SNAKESKINS [P] Mar 17, 2015 21:14:55 GMT -5
Post by Noisette Todd on Mar 17, 2015 21:14:55 GMT -5
It could easily have been the results of a bender the night before. Noisette had woken up in an unfamiliar place, feeling crappy, particularly in the stomach and head. Personally, she wasn’t keen on getting drunk but people who were probably didn’t jump to that as the answer either. At least not in the Menagerie.
There was no sign yet of what had been done to her. There hadn’t even been tests this time, at least that she remembered. Maybe the Keepers were just feeling confident, maybe they just didn’t care if something went wrong. Their handiwork would show up eventually. All she could do was hope it would be painless, or at least not life-threatening.
Most likely they were bored today, given that they’d dumped her right in the middle of the Carna realm.
She’d hurried from her point of reintroduction, in case someone was nearby to hear or see it. Afterwards she’d had a little trouble orienting herself, given that the sky was overcast and she didn’t know that particular area. By the time she’d found landmarks, the lack of disaster had lessened the sense of urgency. In the back of her mind, of course, there still buzzed the idea that she shouldn’t be leaving her scent everywhere. That had been fine back when she was a rogue, but now there was Fulsi in her signature, and others who might be hurt by her actions. But she was already here, and it wasn’t her fault for once. Forbidden territory had always had a strong appeal, and to be honest, the possibility of death or dismemberment just made the urge stronger. After all, she’d stayed out for weeks before now. If she dallied a little on the way back home, she wasn’t going to feel any more than her day-to-day level of frustration about it.
For a long time, she seemed perfectly justified in her choices. She traveled as a human when she could, and became a marten when she needed to be inconspicuous. It wasn’t until she was near the border, making her way up an alley, that she actually heard someone nearby. It might be a mad scrabble, but she could still get away as the mustelid. She slipped out of her human form…and wound up the wrong height. The gemsbok had a tendency to butt in at the worst times; of course it would . Except…something was different. Everything was different.
So that was it.
Not that she could figure out what the new creature was that they’d tacked onto her. It felt patched, ungainly. The feet were mismatched. The tail was long, the snout was long, the ears were huge. The neck was off in a way she wasn’t sure how to explain. As she took a startled step backward, an extra pair of limbs stirred across her back. Wings?!.................holy R.A.F. YES.
Perhaps the only real problem was that she was stuck. The…whatever refused to slip into her marten form; after a few moment’s concentration she managed to go back to human form. None of the forms would have done her any good at that point; the stranger rounded the corner just as she finished the change. Sighing, Noisette turned towards them and offered a smile. “Mornin’…I think. Probably.” With the solid sheet of grey clouds, she still wasn’t sure what time it was.
o.o.c. - Those posts you toss out when you trying to get back in the game whoops.