*magically turns you into a hybrid :3*
the sun peeked over the horizon line. dusty gold rays bleeding through the gaps in the tall grass. it was lazy and languid, like the sun was waking up alongside everyone else.
declan stood at the edge of the brush, crouched low on a rock warmed from the nights heat. the air was thick, yet comfortable. smelling of wildflowers and dust. it settled in his lungs like a warm blanket. a reason for comfort unbeknownst to him.
the light streamed down, pouring onto his body in long strokes. across his shoulders, dusted with specks and freckles. his arms, lean and sculpted, the color of aged honey. his back, with a prominent spine and dark stripes. inky brown spots kissed every inch of skin, none repeated. no detailed spared. like every one had been given attention by mother nature herself.
cheetah ears flicked above brown curls. short and soft fur, painted in velvety brown and brushed in every breeze. they twitched at every noise: every birds song. every distinct footstep. every sway of a grass blade.
his long tail swayed through the grass. the dark rings melted into the dry savanna brush as if the earth was part of his fur coat. it stayed low, steady. an anchor.
with it, he could crouch for hours without a tremble, still as a statue, golden eyes narrowing and widening in a slow rhythm. patient. focused. watching like a predator.
