07-08-2018, 10:38 AM
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When she woke, it wasn't to the walls of the observatory like the rest of them. The raptor pack chose to live in a large hollowed out tree within the forest, putting a bit of distance between them and the strangely powered animals of the mammal pack. Her body caked in dirt, Delta's brown eyes opened as she woke up - naturally, prepared to hunt already. But something seemed amiss; her body usually wasn't this warm so early in the day; usually she needed to raise her body temperature after a cool night in the shade before she properly felt the hunger start to rise.
Lifting herself off the ground, she swayed and caught herself by bracing a shoulder against the bark. Her body felt light; her dark eyes narrowed as she shook her head. Bristling as she felt hair against her skin, the feral creature sharply inhaled as she looked down at her hands. Fleshy, pale fingers greeted her, with dirt caked beneath her fingernails. Eyes widening, she tilted her head to the right in confusion as she continued to scan down her body; inexplicably, she seemed to be in the form of a damned human. It made no sense; then again, it also made no sense how human weapons worked or how some animals could wield flames. Perhaps this happened as a result of that?
Awkwardly shifting on her feet, she found it difficult to balance in this waif form; though she could see her eyesight remained roughly on the same level as before, her lack of excessive muscle and thick scales made for quite an annoying time. She could barely manage to balance without the assistance of her tail as a counterweight; not to mention, the tender skin on the soles of her feet produced sensations of pain whenever she stepped on anything mildly sharp.
Where were her sisters? Where was anything familiar? Her senses felt muted, as though the air turned into muddy water. Her sense of smell, usually keen enough to detect carrion or her sisters within a few kilometers distance, barely picked up anything besides the morning dew and the dirt of her den. Her hearing, too, felt as though someone stuffed wads of worms in her ears - every chirp of the birds sounded two dimensional compared to the heightened sense she held before.
"GRAHHHH!" she shrieked, trying to call out to her sisters. But her throat completely failed to make the sounds she used for their old communication. Instead, her scream sounded low and guttural at first, but gave way to a higher-pitched shriek as her vocal cords couldn't produce such a deep sound for long.
Lifting herself off the ground, she swayed and caught herself by bracing a shoulder against the bark. Her body felt light; her dark eyes narrowed as she shook her head. Bristling as she felt hair against her skin, the feral creature sharply inhaled as she looked down at her hands. Fleshy, pale fingers greeted her, with dirt caked beneath her fingernails. Eyes widening, she tilted her head to the right in confusion as she continued to scan down her body; inexplicably, she seemed to be in the form of a damned human. It made no sense; then again, it also made no sense how human weapons worked or how some animals could wield flames. Perhaps this happened as a result of that?
Awkwardly shifting on her feet, she found it difficult to balance in this waif form; though she could see her eyesight remained roughly on the same level as before, her lack of excessive muscle and thick scales made for quite an annoying time. She could barely manage to balance without the assistance of her tail as a counterweight; not to mention, the tender skin on the soles of her feet produced sensations of pain whenever she stepped on anything mildly sharp.
Where were her sisters? Where was anything familiar? Her senses felt muted, as though the air turned into muddy water. Her sense of smell, usually keen enough to detect carrion or her sisters within a few kilometers distance, barely picked up anything besides the morning dew and the dirt of her den. Her hearing, too, felt as though someone stuffed wads of worms in her ears - every chirp of the birds sounded two dimensional compared to the heightened sense she held before.
"GRAHHHH!" she shrieked, trying to call out to her sisters. But her throat completely failed to make the sounds she used for their old communication. Instead, her scream sounded low and guttural at first, but gave way to a higher-pitched shriek as her vocal cords couldn't produce such a deep sound for long.