Private for daddy WC: 1156

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.

I assumed as much myself, that they were all piled in a room together away from Mummy and Daddy now... And no worries about the post, I like it WC: 1256 Yes, I am queen of the rambling it seems XD

The little patchwork girl was starting to get frustrated, she tried to heave herself back to her feet but didn't manage to bend her knees quite right and just toppled over backwards again, landing with yet another thump which made her whimper slightly for a moment. Her ears drooped even more, she was going to be stuck here forever! She was never going to get to run around and play again! She would never have the adventures like Robin Hood that she'd been planning ever since she was able to think of such things, everyone would have to bring her food here and people would have to visit her just to say hello. What if no-one knew where she was? What if no-one ever came? She would certainly starve. What if Mommy and Daddy were worried about her? What if they thought she was lost? Oh she was in such a pickle, the fae's shoulders slumped and she began to pick at the blades of grass next to her, she would have to eat this if no one found her she thought. The concept made the little fae stick out her long pink tongue in disgust, she didn't want to have to eat grass, but if no-one came to find her and she was stuck here for always then she would have to she supposed, it didn't look very tasty, but then again the rabbits liked it and they were tasty, maybe this was what they tasted of? Somehow she doubted it, otherwise all the wolves in the pack would eat grass, after all it didn't make you chase it before you could eat it, it just stayed there, still and silent, waiting to be plucked. She put a strand in her mouth curiously, blergh! It was terrible, she spat it out quickly, and began to sigh, she really would be stuck here forever and she would starve, for there was no way that the little Aatte girl would eat anymore grass if it tasted like that, she would just have to hope that someone came along to rescue her, or that the rabbits got so used to seeing her sat here that they would come up to investigate her and then she could catch them. But she wasn't going to be able to be the intrepid explorer and adventurer she was planning to be, she had already figured her life out, she was going to be just like her Daddy, protecting the lands just like he did, she would be a little warrior for all that was good and true, just like her two role models, one of course being her orange furred father and the other being Robin Hood, she had read so many of his exploits in books that she wanted to be just like him, he was so brave and noble, just like her daddy.

The little fae was in the throws of being very unhappy when a familiar face came into sight. Daddy! Yes he would rescue her, he would know what to do. Maybe he could help her walk, or at the very least he might know how she could change back, maybe he'd take this silly trait back so she wouldn't have to bother with it again, she wanted to learn how to fire a bow and things like that, but if walking was going to be this hard she didn't want to anymore, she would rather just be plain little Robin on all four feet, at least then she could keep exploring and adventuring. A small muted grey hand was raised and she waved at her father vigorously, her tail thumping against the ground. She was so pleased to see him, yes everything would be alright now, Daddy would know what to do, he always knew what to do. Her ochre father knelt beside her and she looked up into his face, her bright blue gaze meeting his jade one, she smiled at him, glad that it was him that had come to rescue her, what if it had been a stranger that had found her? Or worse still a baddie? How was she supposed to defend herself and send them away if she couldn't even get to her feet? She was very glad it was Daddy, the other thoughts didn't bear thinking about, she might have been kidnapped like some silly damsel in distress, that was not her at all, she was always the hero of the story, that was why she made Felicity be the princess that needed rescuing whenever she and her siblings played together, Linden was permitted to be her side kick, Little John or Will Scarlett, he often complained, asked to play Robin Hood, but her favourite story book hero shared her name and she was not about to let Linden steal her name. No, he was always the side kick, she was getting quite good at wearing him down until he finally relented and just agreed. Sometimes he would be the baddie just so the pair of them could have little play fights, that was fun too, Robin liked rough and tumble and all things like that, that's why she was so often covered in mud and general grime, life was no fun if you were not allowed to play in the mud after all. All that was over now of course, now that she was forever stuck like this, unable to walk about, she was sure that Linden would use that as an excuse to be the hero of the games, or to beat her as the baddie, this thought made her only more determined to stand up.

”Oh Daddy, it's all gone wrong.” The little fae replied, her ears still drooping, looking up at her father still. "I have these, which are great, look what they can do!" She added, her ears perking up and her face stretching into it's trademark grin, she held her hands up in front of her father's face, wriggling all of her fingers to show him that they were indeed excellent inventions, she was rather pleased with her new hands.
"But Daddy, I don't like the rest of this body, I think it's broken. Can we take it back to wherever it came from? It doesn't work properly. It's all wobbly and wont go in straight lines." She said, looking up at her father's face, her nose and brow crinkling into the most serious face she could muster, to show the enormity of the situation, poking at her thigh in annoyance, showing what the problem was as well as explaining, she hoped that he would just say yes, that they could take it back to wherever it was supposed to have come from and that she could just get on with being a normal child again. If it wasn't going to work properly she didn't want to keep it, it was definately broken, Robin was good at the things she tried, she had learnt to walk on four legs very quickly, yes it must be a problem with this form and not herself. She looked at her father pleadingly, he would know what to do, he had all the answers, he was old after all, he must know everything by now. Mommy always said it took time to learn things, so Daddy must know everything. He would fix this, he would make it go away, or fix her legs so they would walk in straight lines and let her jump and climb and play again.