Riding through the glen... [p]

Robin Aatte · 08-04-2011, 11:04 AM

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It was the early morning, the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, the bright orange orbs sending tendrils of light up into the pale blue sky. A few clouds drifted across the sky, their usualy fluffy white selves being painted a bright yellow by the morning light. All around creatures were shifting and stirring, awakening from the comfortable relaxation of sleep. There were rustlings in the undergrowth, small animals peered out from the bushes and long grasses, noses twitching, testing the air, ears swivelling to hear delicate sounds, perhaps the soft footfalls of a potential predator. Birds sitting high in the tree tops called out loudly, chirruping happily to one another, calling the dawn into being almost, heralding the new day beginning with an odd joy, as if no matter what happened to them they were always delighted to be awake, to have a new day to fly and eat and twitter in the trees. It seemed to make them content. The breeze was cool, but the lack of cloud cover and the way the temperature was beginning to climb suggested that the lands would not be cool for long, it was after all the height of summer, no doubt soon the lands would be slightly uncomfortable for it's wolven inhabitants, thick furs were awkward in such warm heat. The small animals, rabbits and the like seemed to be coming out at the right time, ready to retire back underground to their cool burrows once the heat became too much for them, this way they could utilise the cooler parts of the day, the dawn and the dusk, to eat their fill before retiring out of the midday sun, or shying away from the dark night. This was of course the time when the wolves were also more active, after all they too shared the reluctance to move too much if it was to be too warm, also when the prey was this abundant during this time of day, most would happily rise and catch themselves breakfast before the heat became too much, they had plenty to chose from after all. This the rabbits knew of course, hence why they were particularly cautious, moving nervously, pausing every few moments to check that there were no dangers around, freezing momentarily, wide eyes roving about the place.

They of course had nothing to fear from the young patchwork wolf that was walking around a small clearing of grass. She was struggling with the walking if she was honest, in the middle of the night she had awoken to get a drink, and suddenly something had made her jump, before she knew it she was... stretching, her legs made awkward clicking noises as they had grown longer, her hips had realigned, allowing her to stand on her hind legs, a long wavy mane had sprouted from her head, an impressive and rather delightful chocolaty brown, with some rather interesting rust coloured and sandy brown highlights. Her paws had changed completely, her toes lengthening and gaining joints that they had not had before, her paws becoming hands and feet. Her body had changed completely, this new form was awkward and lean, too tall for her to cope with, she had yet to grown into it properly and felt all stretched, although this was the correct time for her to first shift form she felt awkward, she was still a child after all, but now she had this tall, oddly shaped form. The entire change had taken over half an hour, after all it was her first time and although her body seemed to be doing it without her thinking about it, it was unused to changing itself and so it was awkward, but soon enough there she stood, tall and willowy and awkward, shorter than she would be of course, once she was an adult, but too tall for her own liking at the moment. Her first act as an Optime wolf was to fall over backwards, she was in shock, she could not believe she had changed all by herself, and without really trying. She lay there, turning her hands over and over, her eyes staring at the newly formed fingers in disbelief, she was amazed, she couldn't take her bright blue eyes off of her new hands, it was fascinating, she had seen her mother and father and many of her packmates in this form, but she didn't realise quite how amazing it was until that moment. She bent her fingers, analysing them, working out how to move them properly, she sat up awkwardly, having to use her new arms with their new ways of moving was proving clumsy and inefficient so far, and she had wiggled her toes, she had giggled as she had done this, oh yes, this was marvellous, she was going to enjoy this.

And so with a renewed sense of excitement she had tried, and failed to get to her new feet, it had taken her four attempts in all, there was too much of her now and it all moved in unexpected ways, her knees bent differently to her elbows and she couldn't work out what to do with her tail, the truth was she could have probably used the muted grey and brown implement to keep herself balanced, but she was wagging it far too furiously with excitement for it to be of any use. Yippee! This really was fun! Once she had gotten to her feet the patchwork girl had made her shaky way into the clearing, falling several times, grabbing tree branches to steady herself and stop her from falling her full length, for she had no idea how long it would take her to get back up again should that happen after all. So this is where she was now, walking unsteadily around and around the clearing, determined to have managed to walk and even climb by the time she was finished, it was slow progress, her wagging tail being more of a hindrance than a help, sending her crashing onto her bottom repeatedly, or onto her knees, managing to catch herself with her hands before she landed on her face and bumped her nose. Finally she managed to walk a whole time around the clearing, she leaped and whooped with delight and joy, she was so proud of herself, she was going to be good at this bipedal form thing, she could tell. This was of course, a mistake, she fell with a thud back to the ground.
”Ouch! Ooooh... I'll never get the hang of this.” She sighed, legs stretched out before her, her shoulders, head and ears drooping. She was worried that she'd be stuck in this form forever and then she'd never be able to walk again. How was she supposed to have wonderful adventures if she couldn't get anywhere?! She sat feeling rather dejected, her head dropping, her shoulders visibly sagging.

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