it's not what i stole {cali wistar}

[CALI WISTAR]

N A M E '

CALI DANIELLE WISTAR

A G E '

TWENTY TWO

G E N D E R '

FEMALE

S H I F T I N G '

Me? I don’t shift into anything too special, just a white lioness.

P E R S O N A '

I strongly take after the shifting side of me, I blame it all on being forced to live as my shifted form for two years. I’ve got extreme animalistic tendencies; my fight instinct is far greater than my flight instinct. If startled I’ll more than likely growl or bare my teeth. But like any normal lion (or 22 year old human being) I enjoy the company of close friends and family, protecting them at any means. I suck when it comes to meeting new people; I’m always so untrusting and wary of everyone’s motives. Lucky for me I’ve got a pretty good sense that allows me to determine a person’s personality just by shaking their hand, I blame the animal. I will rarely initiate conversation, but if I’m interested enough by someone I’ll mutter a kind hello or something. Now, this doesn’t mean I will shut up after that first word, if I feel comfortable enough I’ll talk on and on and on for hours, it’s hard to get me to shut up. When excited I tend to fidget a lot, I have a hard time sitting still. Churches and clowns scare the crap out of me. I’m also deathly allergic to most kinds of vegetables…except for cucumber, why I don’t know. I don’t question my allergies. Thanks to living for two years as a lioness I like my stakes a little bit more rare than the normal person. It’s hard to go to a steakhouse without getting weird stares as I order my steak practically mooing. When with friends or a group of people I’m comfortable with I’m crazy and out-going, but alone I’m shy and rather sane. Lying’s a good little trick I formed to keep myself alive way back when my mother beat me if I did something wrong. It’s hard to tell when I’m lying or when I’m telling the truth. Good luck figuring out if any of this is true. I tend to embellish my stories a lot. Mostly because my life is boring (aside from the living for two years as a lion…that part’s true).

S K I N . D E E P '

CALI:
Tall, skinny with vivid golden eyes and slightly larger canine teeth than the normal human being is the best way to describe me. Some people will say that I’m emaciated or anorexic, truth is I really do eat a lot…my appetite is like that of a teenage boy, it’s insatiable, endless. It’s also running up my grocery store bill every month. I’ve got a tattoo of what looks like claw marks on the inside of my right wrist. I gave it to myself when I was 15 (no one said I was smart). My belly button is also pierced (yes, a product of teenage stupidity). If I were any dumber I would have also pierced my nose, but thankfully my common sense grew in before that. I’ve got plenty of scars on my arms and legs from running through forest brush unprotected. My clothing style mainly includes tee shirts and jeans, with the occasional skirt or dress thrown in there depending on my mood. I also always wear a necklace with a tooth (or maybe it’s a claw) around it, I’m never seen without it.

THE LION:
Not your typical lioness is the easiest way I can describe my shifted form. Sure, she’s lacking the manly mane, but she may as well be the same size as a lion. She’s also white. Pure white, not a single dot of sand or brown on her. I don’t know how this happened, when I was younger I shifted into a normal sized cub, but when I turned 14 I started to shift into a white lioness. She’s not the most muscled lion on the block to say the least, about the same as I am…rather emaciated. The cars that are on my human body remain on the lioness’s body. The only difference is the lack of tooth (or claw) necklace.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

If there was a way to explain to someone exactly how she felt as every single dead eye of society was trained upon her, then they’d be there for a long time. After being in the zoo for two years, one would think that she’d be used to people staring at her. But it didn’t help that she had pushed those two years from her memory in an attempt to try to live as a normal, semi-functioning member of society. It also probably was not helping her considering she had just chased a flock of birds around the bus station and catching one, about to eat the pigeon before realizing that while she had chased the stupid bird down, the bus had arrived, and at least 25 people saw her act like a complete fool.

The look on their faces said “you’re a crazy chick, but I’m too scared to say it.”

She saw that look a lot lately; it was as if she was having a harder time suppressing the stupid animal instincts. She found that day-to-day tasks often got interrupted at the slightest rumble of her stomach or even the quietest creak in her house. Paying for her ticket and telling the bus driver her destination she sat beside a middle-aged man in business attire, he was clutching his Italian leather briefcase to his Armani-suited chest; the smell of fear was potent. She wanted to raise her lip and growl at him, just to make him even more scared (or maybe even piss his pants, that’d be funny) . But then she remembered her pledge of becoming a ‘normal’ human being. Shooting him a nervous smile she looked down at her hands and said,
You probably think that I escaped a…mental institution, right? But I promise I’m as sane as you are…if you…you know…could shift into a lion and all. I was just hungry, that’s all but I promise that I’ve got it under control!

Her wary smile did not seem to comfort him.

Hell, the fact that she admitted that she was hungry should have been a sign for him to get the hell off of there before she took a chunk out of his arm or something. But fear makes people do funny things. Recognizing her unsettling introduction as a failure she sighed and leaned back, her head pressing against the window as she closed her eyes and prayed the bus driver when to her destination first.