Adair Callipsta isn't a courageous person. She has other areas she excels in, shes smart (to a fault), she can cook pretty decently, and is an excellent liar.
So when her life begins to literally crash and burn, she doesn't stay and persevere. Sh...
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Light burned through my eyelids as I lay on the damp forest floor. Birds chirping and lightly rustling leaves made my ears twitch in recognition of the noise. My whole body ached as if I had just been run over by at least three buses. Wincing, I peeled my eyes open, blinking a few times at the bright forest. My eyes fell on a fallen tree on the ground, taking in the lines of the bark, the texture of the moss, all the way down to the ant's thorax that crawled over it. Almost like I was seeing through the lens of some insanely expensive Disney nature documentary lense.
What the hell?
I blinked harshly a few more times, lifting my head from the ground, and groaning as my neck felt like it had been snapped in and out of place like four times. I took a deep breath, feeling a dull ache in my ribcage, and taking in the extremely apparent smells of the forest. The smell of petrichor invaded my senses, as well as the sweet wildflowers a few feet away from me, and the scent of the tree sap leaking from a nearby tree.
I scrunched my nose at the pleasant but overwhelming scents, eyes widening as I remembered the events that had taken place.
My head shot down to my body, expecting to see dirty feet and ripped leggings but instead seeing...
Paws?
Were those fucking paws?
I shot up from my place on the ground, tripping over my feet...or...hands? Face planting into the ground. I stood back up, shaking my head, and span in a panicked circle. My eyes widened more as I saw a tail and a mostly white body, with bits of light grey, dark grey, and orangey-brown. My heart rate beat impossibly fast as I began to panic, and screamed. But it came out as a small howl.
What the hell?!
What happened to my voice
And where the fuck is my body?
I mean I know it's not normal for someone to reach boiling temperatures and have their bones snap for an unknown reason, but this?
Okay, I thought to myself, maybe...maybe I'm just dreaming?
I couldn't exactly pinch myself so I found a nearby thistle on the ground and stepped on it, feeling a slight pinch of pain.
So, not dreaming.
I huffed and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm my heavy panicked breathing, trying to place what I had somehow turned into, not even daring to think of the how right now.
I opened my eyes again, and spotted a puddle, walking towards it on four shaky legs, and taking in my reflection.
Big eyes and a white, brown, and grey face stared back at me. My snout held a black nose and sharp, white, k-nines. My eyes widened as I yelped and scramble back.
