Sometimes, wishing on a star comes true.
ooc: i’m desperate for a distraction right now…
That’s why those kinds of wishes should come with a warning. Maybe wishes actually do… it feels like somewhere, sometime ago, someone said to be careful when making a wish. Probably because enough wishes came true and not all of them for the best.
If only she had remembered that…
If only she had wished more carefully…
If only she hadn’t wished at all…
If only…
Damn those stars!
Damn any and all of those bright sparkling mischievous little bits of light and dust!
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Of course this was a tantrum. Quite a tantrum too; terrible two’s level as a matter of fact. There might have been a bloom of panic in her heart that shot all around her body like a wild bolt of lightning out of the blue. She just couldn’t fathom it —
One moment, sleeping without suspicion on the ground and no herd around to give her comfort but she wasn’t afraid. Not then, not that night. Not after she’d made her wish on that damnably bright star. The first one to rise no less!
But the next moment…
She was awake.
Only she wasn’t herself as she knew herself to be.
She was changed.
Different. Hungering. Confused.
Peculiar; very, very peculiar.
Some dim part of her recognized that as her name and her situation. The rest of her was unrecognizable from the twitchy nose to the ringed tail and the hypersensitive paws that sent her brain into overdrive mingled with shock. What the hell was she? She was able to locate a source of water nearby and managed to scamper to it. That too, turned out to be a mistake.
Upon seeing her reflection; she let out a coon screech the likes of which deafened her own ears and caused her to seat at her one head with her pawns before falling over backwards. Her hind legs scrabbled at the dark air and laughing stars - oh! She knew they laughed at her from up on high, as she hissed up at them.
This was all their fault! That and wishing. Peculiar hadn’t paid attention to being specific enough with her wish when she wished to be anything other than what she was. Silly horse! Now she knew magic and wishes were not to be lightly trifled with as she righted herself and began a chittering litany to any that would listen. But even the native raccoons ignored her as if they knew she wasn’t quite like them either.
Not a horse.
Not a raccoon.
Just Peculiar.
That’s how she found herself in the forest. Weary from her travels; from the almost uncontrollable nightly shift. She was gaining control but at times, her patience and discipline just weren’t that great and she lapsed from hooves to paws and snorts to barks and growls. Even at this exact moment, she took it upon herself to pilfer a bush of its blackberries until she’d gorged herself into a state of uncomfortable bellyache, fat and pleased but also more than a little sad too.
Not caring to take caution and hide herself (and perhaps too fat to move just then), she fell asleep beneath the bush as the last of the stars began to fade away. With the dawn breaking, she shimmered and shifted until a small odd horse lay poking out from beneath the remnants of the blackberry bush, snoring away.
ooc: i’m desperate for a distraction right now…