He was heading towards the shore but he couldn’t remember why.
He was hungry. That was probably it.
Kelpies in general where an intelligent species and it wasn’t that Lochlann was stupid the moment he became a horse. He was just hungry, ever so hungry, and that was the only thing his brain could process. He was an addict and his next fix was tangled onto his back.
The waves kept pushing him back and to the side and at one point they even pushed him back under. He pushed forward until his hooves met the sandbar and he was onto the shore. Water and seaweed dripped from his hide and splattered onto the damp sand. Rain dropped down from the sky above him and splattered against his face.
He couldn’t eat here.
It was too open. Someone could take his dinner. Loch walked further up the shore, his sides heaving from the transition of ocean to air to ocean to air. When he was under a canopy of swaying trees, he dropped onto his knees and deposited his meal onto the ground. He shook the excess water from his mane and looked at the girl lying on the ground.
A gust of wind burst and send a tree limb flying into Loch’s face. He whinnied and jerked back, only to stumble over his own hooves and slide onver the edge of the embankment. He crashed in a similar way as to what he did only hours before, when he was running to get out of the rain, but this time Loch found himself wedged between a few fallen trees. His back leg was trapped between them and he tried to buck and kick his way out, but it wouldn’t work.
Eventually, his mind realized that shapechanging would get him out. The air around him rippled and with some concentration, Lochlann found himself standing in the woods with his ankle caught between two trees while he wore nothing but his boxers.
Oh.
Oh god.
Cassie.
Loch pushed the logs off his ankle and scrambled back up to the embankment. He’d left her on the ground amongst the grasses like a lion leaves its prey; camouflaged by something soft. He dropped down to her side, saying her name and tapping at her face.
â€ÂCass, Cass, Cassie, Cassie Girl, c’mon Cassie, Cassadilla, Cassie, wake up baby, come on,†and when that didn’t work he kneeled over her, opened her mouth, and then….he panicked.
He’d never had to do this before.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
He tried to remember anything from when they went over CPR in health, but did you use CPR when your heart stopped or when your lungs stopped?
He didn’t know what to do, but he tried it anyway, because he desperately wanted to kiss her….but certainly not like this.
He was hungry. That was probably it.
Kelpies in general where an intelligent species and it wasn’t that Lochlann was stupid the moment he became a horse. He was just hungry, ever so hungry, and that was the only thing his brain could process. He was an addict and his next fix was tangled onto his back.
The waves kept pushing him back and to the side and at one point they even pushed him back under. He pushed forward until his hooves met the sandbar and he was onto the shore. Water and seaweed dripped from his hide and splattered onto the damp sand. Rain dropped down from the sky above him and splattered against his face.
He couldn’t eat here.
It was too open. Someone could take his dinner. Loch walked further up the shore, his sides heaving from the transition of ocean to air to ocean to air. When he was under a canopy of swaying trees, he dropped onto his knees and deposited his meal onto the ground. He shook the excess water from his mane and looked at the girl lying on the ground.
A gust of wind burst and send a tree limb flying into Loch’s face. He whinnied and jerked back, only to stumble over his own hooves and slide onver the edge of the embankment. He crashed in a similar way as to what he did only hours before, when he was running to get out of the rain, but this time Loch found himself wedged between a few fallen trees. His back leg was trapped between them and he tried to buck and kick his way out, but it wouldn’t work.
Eventually, his mind realized that shapechanging would get him out. The air around him rippled and with some concentration, Lochlann found himself standing in the woods with his ankle caught between two trees while he wore nothing but his boxers.
Oh.
Oh god.
Cassie.
Loch pushed the logs off his ankle and scrambled back up to the embankment. He’d left her on the ground amongst the grasses like a lion leaves its prey; camouflaged by something soft. He dropped down to her side, saying her name and tapping at her face.
â€ÂCass, Cass, Cassie, Cassie Girl, c’mon Cassie, Cassadilla, Cassie, wake up baby, come on,†and when that didn’t work he kneeled over her, opened her mouth, and then….he panicked.
He’d never had to do this before.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
He tried to remember anything from when they went over CPR in health, but did you use CPR when your heart stopped or when your lungs stopped?
He didn’t know what to do, but he tried it anyway, because he desperately wanted to kiss her….but certainly not like this.