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Xindaris
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The wolf knew from the moment he woke up that something wasn't right. He had a bit of a headache, and at first his memory was fuzzy on how exactly he had fallen unconscious to begin with, but he knew something was wrong because he was lying on the floor of a human den. The next thing he noticed was that most of his muzzle seemed to be missing. He put a forepaw up toward where it should be and waved it there a couple of times, and blinked on noticing that it was looking very deformed and the fur had apparently been shaved off of it. There was still fur along his foreleg, but it was hanging down unnaturally and he could feel air hitting his bare skin through the front of it.
He tried to sit up, and discovered that his hind legs had grown at least twice their regular length, making it very difficult to sit. He was able to do so only by bending their knees in an exaggerated manner, and it wasn't as comfortable as it should have been. He started to remember some of what had happened..he'd been out hunting with his pack, and there had been some scent in the air he wasn't familiar with..and the others had scattered and run away..but before he could something had hit him on the head from behind.
Trying to figure out just what was wrong with his body, the wolf tried to turn his upper body around and look at his tail, and only succeeded in losing his balance and falling over. He was still able to confirm that his tail was still there, but now he was sprawled out on the floor again.
"Wha.." the wolf tried to say something, but paused, surprised at the way his mouth seemed to automatically move. It wasn't the usual, familiar motions, but his tongue and throat still acted like it was. "The h***?" He stood up then; it was a little easier than sitting, but he still had to bend his hind legs funny. He looked around to see if he could find an exit to the human den.
He tried to sit up, and discovered that his hind legs had grown at least twice their regular length, making it very difficult to sit. He was able to do so only by bending their knees in an exaggerated manner, and it wasn't as comfortable as it should have been. He started to remember some of what had happened..he'd been out hunting with his pack, and there had been some scent in the air he wasn't familiar with..and the others had scattered and run away..but before he could something had hit him on the head from behind.
Trying to figure out just what was wrong with his body, the wolf tried to turn his upper body around and look at his tail, and only succeeded in losing his balance and falling over. He was still able to confirm that his tail was still there, but now he was sprawled out on the floor again.
"Wha.." the wolf tried to say something, but paused, surprised at the way his mouth seemed to automatically move. It wasn't the usual, familiar motions, but his tongue and throat still acted like it was. "The h***?" He stood up then; it was a little easier than sitting, but he still had to bend his hind legs funny. He looked around to see if he could find an exit to the human den.