POV Soren
Perhaps shifting and running through the woods would have better exhausted me. I don’t often ride my bike, I find it pretentious to ride such an expensive vehicle. I don’t necessarily enjoy motorcycles, it was a gift from Zephyr as one of his many attempts to apologize for his poor judgement. I actually hated the gift when I first got it, but it grew on me when I realized I could be alone when I was angry. I avoided many of awkward car rides with those two brutes that I call my mates.
I left my helmet off so that my tears would wipe off as the wind hit my face. I was never a man’s man, I was never tough, the only thing I could really claim as manly was my hight and my more muscular figure. I preferred books to fighting, strategy to sports. I wouldn’t say I was a feminine is a
