<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/p0XHlTW.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017- late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Changing into hybrid lion form.<br/><br/>Barefoot and not caring to bring anything with him, Troy sprinted through the gardens, enjoying the feel of the brisk wind and the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. Normally he would have to work himself up a bit physically to change but not today. He had a mixture of raging emotions inside of him and the best way to get it out was through exhaustion, strength, and discipline. (Well, the best way beyond the bedroom - but he couldn't think like that now. Not without having all his thoughts center on the brunette again.) He jumped over a few hedges, clearing them with ease until he found a large stone cobbled clearing that was perhaps used for events or gatherings.<br/><br/>Troy stood in the center, adjusting the loose fitting workout clothes to fit the frame he was about to change into. He closed his eyes, stilling his breathing and letting his palms press together over his heart. With years of practice he was able to slip easily into something like a meditative state - accessing and freeing the bonds that held his hybrid form in check. With a large roar that started out sounding like Troy and ending with something much more in-human, he changed. He grew slightly taller, his thick hair turning into an even thicker mane, claws extending from his nails, his face contorting into a muzzle. What was his blond beard was not soft fur that covered his entire face, his entire chest and body. His arms and legs flexed and buldged - filling out the pants he wore. A tail appeared from a hole near the base of his spine and it whipped around like an extention of his arm. He growled low, revealing in the senses and sensations now available to him. The whole of the gardens came alive but he didn't linger on who or what might be about.<br/><br/>Perhaps not though capable in this large/stronger form, Troy began to shift slowly and with purpose on to paw and then the other. He began to practice a kata that he had learned as a child, one that was difficult and required exacting focus. It also helped to bring him peace, which he very much craved right now.