November 30, 2009 - 8:34pm — Lunar_Hikari
The buzzing was loud, annoying and right inside his ears. He groaned lowly, drifting back towards the waking from the insufferable insects deciding to make his ears their home.
“Bastard Gods," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.“Don’t even have the decency to allow me peace after my death.” He raised a paw to swipe at his ears but his leg stiffened up, unable to bend as it used to.
His eyes slit open and he turned his head looking at his leg, oh that’s the reason, it wasn’t his leg. There was no paw or thick gray fur covering the muscles of a wolf’s leg. This new leg was a deer leg, all thin, gangly and hoofed.
It took a second for the reality to sink in and his eyes widened...A deer leg....He turned his head slowly gazing down the rest of his body. He was sprawled on his side in a bunch of leaves, back pressed to the rough bark of a tree, and he had the body of a deer. Well, technically a fawns, but it certainly wasn’t his.
He screamed and leapt to his new stick legs, they wobbled and twisted and he stumbled backwards. Wolves worked differently then deer, and he had no practice with being one so it wasn’t a big surprise when he fell. His legs came together, catching on each other and he fell, heel over head, down a hill all the while still screaming. Birds screeched and scattered, frogs croaked and splashed, and into the water he went. He came up coughing in the shallows, gasping for breath, his short fur dripping wet.
“Are you alright? Oh you poor thing, come on out before you catch a cold.”
His gaze shot up, meeting that of a does. They were clear, a mixture of blue and green, like the sea he had once seen in his younger days. He flattened his floppy ears the best he could and growled, it was pathetic he knew it, deer were not meant to growl.
She blinked; he could see her confusion and then she smiled at him.
