09-24-2016, 10:44 PM
He had awoken on the top of a mountain, blinking open mismatched blue and yellow eyes to look out on a world utterly unfamiliar. To look down at a body utterly unfamiliar. Deep, rich blue edged in shining silver, broad and stocky with a ridiculous amount of hair. Silver feathering hiding huge hooves, silver mane draping down his neck and over his face in a riotous tangle of dreadlocks and stray threads of tinsel. It was clearly his, as he inhabited it. But for all the recognition it triggered in his mind, he could have been looking at it for the first time.
In fact, nothing felt right, nothing felt like his. The whole world felt wrong somehow. His body was at least malleable enough that he could play around with it, changing the features, molding himself like clay into whatever shape felt right. But no matter what he tried, be it equine or canine or draconian or ursine or any other shape he could think of, nothing felt his. Puzzled, and perhaps a bit unsettled, he let his body return to its original drafty shape.
It was only then that he realized his chest was heaving, his lungs struggling to pull in enough oxygen when the air was so thin. Perhaps that was why the mountainside was relatively uninhabited. With a shrug, he began to descend to the world below, slowing his pace to enjoy the view as the air became more breathable.
Until, that is, he crossed a threshold and his body shifted with a jolt and a screech. Into some cheery yellow and white splashed monstrosity, its lines a fraction sleeker, curvier, smoother - wait. Wait just one godforsaken minute. Female. The hell? He growled and tried to change back, but the power that had flowed so easily a moment before was suddenly gone. He tried to turn around and climb back up the damn mountain, but couldn’t. The way was somehow barred. Snarling, he stomped down rest of the bloody mountain.
Everything was wrong. Even his body was wrong, and it felt so fucking heavy now that he couldn’t make it move the way it was supposed to. Oh, it was fluid enough for something stuck in one shape (one female shape, really? Really? Really. Dammit.) But it didn’t...it didn’t flow like it should, or like it just had. Nothing was familiar, not even echoes of recognition. Like he’d just been dropped in a strange land, a clean slate, without a home or a source or a...oh for fuck’s sake, or a name. How the hell was he supposed to introduce himself, then, anyhow? Hello there, stranger. How nice to meet you. I’m…no one. He was no one. There was no name, no jumble of random sounds to attach to himself, not an inkling of anything as basic as identity.
Fucking brilliant.
So he wasn’t exactly in the greatest of moods when he stomped into some random, unfamiliar forest. Though his feet were at least rather satisfactory for stomping, there was that. Nice echoing thuds, the satisfying crunch of a twig or two unfortunate enough to get in his way. He got distracted from his stomping, though, by a stranger just as vibrant as he was - when his body had been cooperating and male, and also now that it was this stubborn, rebellious, gaudy yellow female shape he was extremely unimpressed with.
He gave the stranger a once-over, mismatched eyes raking the emerald green body a few inches shorter than his as it was now, and a hell of a lot less bulky. And with a more reasonable amount of hair growing from his mane and tail. And he grunted a greeting before meeting the stranger’s gaze. “Hey.” Well at least his voice wasn’t terrible and high-pitched and girly. It was low and rich and melodic, even with the one syllable he’d spoken. Thank god for that, at least.
He glanced down at the stranger’s feet and the dead hare lying there, just a little surprised by the hunger it evoked. This shape wasn’t a predatory thing. It ate...grass. Grass and green things, and really? Ugh, why? With a snort of dismay, he eyed the grass at his feet a little skeptically, then turned a wistful gaze back on the dead rabbit. “It’s almost cruel how delicious that looks, and how poorly equipped I am to do anything about it.”
((Ummm, it was at least shorter than I expected? And they'll get shorter. This was the first one since all the changes. It was bound to be a little on the crazy long side. <3))
In fact, nothing felt right, nothing felt like his. The whole world felt wrong somehow. His body was at least malleable enough that he could play around with it, changing the features, molding himself like clay into whatever shape felt right. But no matter what he tried, be it equine or canine or draconian or ursine or any other shape he could think of, nothing felt his. Puzzled, and perhaps a bit unsettled, he let his body return to its original drafty shape.
It was only then that he realized his chest was heaving, his lungs struggling to pull in enough oxygen when the air was so thin. Perhaps that was why the mountainside was relatively uninhabited. With a shrug, he began to descend to the world below, slowing his pace to enjoy the view as the air became more breathable.
Until, that is, he crossed a threshold and his body shifted with a jolt and a screech. Into some cheery yellow and white splashed monstrosity, its lines a fraction sleeker, curvier, smoother - wait. Wait just one godforsaken minute. Female. The hell? He growled and tried to change back, but the power that had flowed so easily a moment before was suddenly gone. He tried to turn around and climb back up the damn mountain, but couldn’t. The way was somehow barred. Snarling, he stomped down rest of the bloody mountain.
Everything was wrong. Even his body was wrong, and it felt so fucking heavy now that he couldn’t make it move the way it was supposed to. Oh, it was fluid enough for something stuck in one shape (one female shape, really? Really? Really. Dammit.) But it didn’t...it didn’t flow like it should, or like it just had. Nothing was familiar, not even echoes of recognition. Like he’d just been dropped in a strange land, a clean slate, without a home or a source or a...oh for fuck’s sake, or a name. How the hell was he supposed to introduce himself, then, anyhow? Hello there, stranger. How nice to meet you. I’m…no one. He was no one. There was no name, no jumble of random sounds to attach to himself, not an inkling of anything as basic as identity.
Fucking brilliant.
So he wasn’t exactly in the greatest of moods when he stomped into some random, unfamiliar forest. Though his feet were at least rather satisfactory for stomping, there was that. Nice echoing thuds, the satisfying crunch of a twig or two unfortunate enough to get in his way. He got distracted from his stomping, though, by a stranger just as vibrant as he was - when his body had been cooperating and male, and also now that it was this stubborn, rebellious, gaudy yellow female shape he was extremely unimpressed with.
He gave the stranger a once-over, mismatched eyes raking the emerald green body a few inches shorter than his as it was now, and a hell of a lot less bulky. And with a more reasonable amount of hair growing from his mane and tail. And he grunted a greeting before meeting the stranger’s gaze. “Hey.” Well at least his voice wasn’t terrible and high-pitched and girly. It was low and rich and melodic, even with the one syllable he’d spoken. Thank god for that, at least.
He glanced down at the stranger’s feet and the dead hare lying there, just a little surprised by the hunger it evoked. This shape wasn’t a predatory thing. It ate...grass. Grass and green things, and really? Ugh, why? With a snort of dismay, he eyed the grass at his feet a little skeptically, then turned a wistful gaze back on the dead rabbit. “It’s almost cruel how delicious that looks, and how poorly equipped I am to do anything about it.”
((Ummm, it was at least shorter than I expected? And they'll get shorter. This was the first one since all the changes. It was bound to be a little on the crazy long side. <3))