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paixaorpg2006-05-01 10:02 pm
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And you may ask yourself - well...how did I get here? [COMPLETED]
Character(s): Scar
Content: Scar finds himself in Paixao ... and not exactly feeling like his old self.
Setting: The Nifleheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday morning.
Warnings: NAKED FURRIES LOL.
This certainly was an interesting development. After finding himself sprawled flat on his back staring at the sky, Scar rolled to his stomach, intending to see just what he'd gotten himself into. It had been another night on Pride Rock, and now it was morning ... and this was certainly not Pride Rock. His investigation hadn't gotten very far, as something seemed wrong with his limbs at the moment. Once more he attempted to push to his feet and pad forward, but it felt wrong, like his legs were bending the wrong way.
Splat.
Once again the lion toppled over, this time with an undignified whine. Lifting his head to command his uncooperative body, Scar's offended snarl slid from his face as alarm replaced it. He went to bed a lion. Four legs, paws, fur, tail. What had he woken up as? Lifting what had been his right front paw to his face, Scar waggled the digits, surveying the claws that showed themselves with a small shred of relief. Managing to settle himself on his haunches, sitting in a rather absurd crouch with what had been his knees almost to his ears, Scar tried to get a grasp on what he'd transformed into.
Mane, still there. Face? Flattened into something Scar imagined looked horribly absurd. Ears? Still there, small and furry, although sitting much lower on his head. Teeth? Ow! Still there and still sharp. Fur? It seemed shorter and lighter to him, and was growing in all the wrong angles now, but it was still there. Aside from his tail and claws, that was where the similarities ended. After a few long moments of fretting and puzzling, what had been a lion tried his best to stand. Getting around on his paws like he had as a lion was awkward and impractical - his legs were no longer the same length. Carefully, slowly, with utmost patience, Scar lifted himself onto his hind legs.
Splat.
Fortunately he fell facing a rather entrancing sight, or else he may have very well pitched a fit. Cocking his head at the strange ... thing... Scar coughed low in his throat. Dream. Had to be. Either that or a hallucination brought on by hunger. What interested him more than the strange tall shining thing rising out of the earth was the small herd clustered around the base of it. They looked as he did now, bipedal, flat-faced. Like monkeys, almost. Scar narrowed his eyes, his great brain thinking and turning. After watching them move for a while, Scar mentally had a grip on how it worked. Now it was time to test it out.
Carefully, his new bony knees wobbling, Scar straightened, keeping his weight very precariously balanced. Arms outstretched as he mimicked the way the pale ape-things stood, Scar found his head swimming. This was highly unusual. His equilibrium was off, his head sitting ontop of his spine instead of in line with it. Getting around would take forever! Edging his foot forward, Scar timidly moved the other one. So far, so good. At least some of his dignity was coming back. For an hour or better he practiced, until his walking no longer resembled the jerking motions of a dying animal with a broken spine. That Strange Tall Shining Thing didn't look like it was going anywhere any time soon. Once he was fairly confident in his movements and no longer falling over himself like some mentally-deficient giraffe, Scar loped with a measure of his old felid grace into the herd of pale hairless ape-things. The smells and sounds here were overbearing, particularly coming out of what looked like an arch or opening in the sides of the Strange Tall Shining Thing. Allowing his curosity to rule him completely now, Scar padded for the entrance.
After a minor holdup later (the gatekeeper now graced with four sizable claw marks on his arm from grabbing him), Scar had a decidedly un-appetizing Shiny Green Rock shoved at him, as he was ushered through into the Strange Tall Shining Thing.
...
Where on earth was he?
Content: Scar finds himself in Paixao ... and not exactly feeling like his old self.
Setting: The Nifleheim Gate [G10]
Time: Sunday morning.
Warnings: NAKED FURRIES LOL.
This certainly was an interesting development. After finding himself sprawled flat on his back staring at the sky, Scar rolled to his stomach, intending to see just what he'd gotten himself into. It had been another night on Pride Rock, and now it was morning ... and this was certainly not Pride Rock. His investigation hadn't gotten very far, as something seemed wrong with his limbs at the moment. Once more he attempted to push to his feet and pad forward, but it felt wrong, like his legs were bending the wrong way.
Splat.
Once again the lion toppled over, this time with an undignified whine. Lifting his head to command his uncooperative body, Scar's offended snarl slid from his face as alarm replaced it. He went to bed a lion. Four legs, paws, fur, tail. What had he woken up as? Lifting what had been his right front paw to his face, Scar waggled the digits, surveying the claws that showed themselves with a small shred of relief. Managing to settle himself on his haunches, sitting in a rather absurd crouch with what had been his knees almost to his ears, Scar tried to get a grasp on what he'd transformed into.
Mane, still there. Face? Flattened into something Scar imagined looked horribly absurd. Ears? Still there, small and furry, although sitting much lower on his head. Teeth? Ow! Still there and still sharp. Fur? It seemed shorter and lighter to him, and was growing in all the wrong angles now, but it was still there. Aside from his tail and claws, that was where the similarities ended. After a few long moments of fretting and puzzling, what had been a lion tried his best to stand. Getting around on his paws like he had as a lion was awkward and impractical - his legs were no longer the same length. Carefully, slowly, with utmost patience, Scar lifted himself onto his hind legs.
Splat.
Fortunately he fell facing a rather entrancing sight, or else he may have very well pitched a fit. Cocking his head at the strange ... thing... Scar coughed low in his throat. Dream. Had to be. Either that or a hallucination brought on by hunger. What interested him more than the strange tall shining thing rising out of the earth was the small herd clustered around the base of it. They looked as he did now, bipedal, flat-faced. Like monkeys, almost. Scar narrowed his eyes, his great brain thinking and turning. After watching them move for a while, Scar mentally had a grip on how it worked. Now it was time to test it out.
Carefully, his new bony knees wobbling, Scar straightened, keeping his weight very precariously balanced. Arms outstretched as he mimicked the way the pale ape-things stood, Scar found his head swimming. This was highly unusual. His equilibrium was off, his head sitting ontop of his spine instead of in line with it. Getting around would take forever! Edging his foot forward, Scar timidly moved the other one. So far, so good. At least some of his dignity was coming back. For an hour or better he practiced, until his walking no longer resembled the jerking motions of a dying animal with a broken spine. That Strange Tall Shining Thing didn't look like it was going anywhere any time soon. Once he was fairly confident in his movements and no longer falling over himself like some mentally-deficient giraffe, Scar loped with a measure of his old felid grace into the herd of pale hairless ape-things. The smells and sounds here were overbearing, particularly coming out of what looked like an arch or opening in the sides of the Strange Tall Shining Thing. Allowing his curosity to rule him completely now, Scar padded for the entrance.
After a minor holdup later (the gatekeeper now graced with four sizable claw marks on his arm from grabbing him), Scar had a decidedly un-appetizing Shiny Green Rock shoved at him, as he was ushered through into the Strange Tall Shining Thing.
...
Where on earth was he?