OOC: Kinda short and crappy, but oh well. :/
Word Count: 382
Tawny was having the weirdest dream. The mushrooms must have really been messing with her brain, because within a few moments of passing out she was seeing all kinds of shit. Flashbacks of her birth pack, her mother and father and the three other wolves that she had forgotten all about over the months she’d been gone. Seeing them brought a great sadness over the female’s mind and she despaired, knowing that she was asleep and wanting to wake up to get out of the hell that was her past. Nothing she did was working, though, and the images only got brighter and harder to turn away from.
”Tawny, you will not be eating anything today, get away from me.” Her mother’s voice was cold and disgusted, the dark wolf staring down at the pup with an angry look in her sky blue eyes. The little bundle of fur crouched down and whimpered softly, tail tucking tightly between her legs, wondering what she had done wrong this time…
This was the first time she had ever changed shapes before. The feeling of her bones and flesh shifting to create a new body was weird, but not painful. Her multi-colored fur was now covering a larger, two legged body with long arms and hands with opposable thumbs. Time to go exploring… ”What the hell are you doing!?” A strike to the face, knocking her to the ground; Tawny curled up into a little ball, hiding from the abuse, her body falling back into lupine form easily. More blows rained down over her frame, bites and hit smashing into her already tender flesh. “You will never take that form again; ever…do you hear me?”…
Her body was twitching wildly, heavy panting and whimpers falling from her throat as she tried to escape the memory dreams. The little nudge to her shoulder helped a lot, and within time she was able to shake the ‘shroom induced stupor away. Blinking her dark blue eyes open, she saw two wolves standing practically over her body and immediately went into defense mode. Scrambling up, she stumbled away from them, her body still numb in some places. Pathetic little growls and snarls came from her jaws, lips curled as she tried to look menacing, despite her terrified, shaking form.
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