LIKE I WAS | power discovery | SOMEONE ELSE

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Soft morning light poured in from the window of her small home, and Ophelia let out a groan as she turned her head to cover her eyes with a paw. The warmth of her frame was nice, comforting, and she was much too tired to get up just yet. It'd been a while since she'd slept so soundly. Barely aware of it, she shifted her wings to- Nothing moved. That caught her attention, and her eyes fluttered open. She was still lacking a certain awareness, but she knew something was off now. Her gaze moved to her side, where her wing... wasn't there. Instead, she had smooth fur, much lighter than it normally was.

Startled, she shot up, stumbling as she tried to adjust to the length of her legs. Her paws were too big, her legs too long, her nose too long, her body... What? Scrambling a bit as she adjusted, she tried not to panic yet as she moved to the mirror she had placed in her home on shaky legs. This wasn't bad, it was just different, and she was different, and... Oh, god, what was going on? Her eyes looked at a body that most definitely didn't look like her own, and she swallowed thickly. Before her was the image of a dog, a german shepherd.

At least her eyes still looked the same, or at least they were the same color, and she was very thankful that she took her choker off before she went to sleep. It could have choked her if she was still wearing it at this size. Oh dear... She'd definitely have to get a new one, one that had a longer chain on the back to adjust to bigger forms. Being without one on made her feel even more upset and odd.

Getting the hang of it now, she moved toward her door, swallowing down the intense discomfort she felt. Did she have a power? That was the only explanation, wasn't it? Could she shapeshift? So caught up in her thoughts, the newly changed canine barely paid attention to her surroundings as she walked through the town toward the newly formed mess hall to get something in her stomach. The fridge there had a lot of food put away, some if it her own making, and eating might help calm her down a bit. Hopefully.

She must have been quite the sight, a dog with the heavy scent of Tanglewood in her fur but being no one that anyone here would recognize, face scrunched up in discontent thought as she padded along.