Megalania (Naruto Shippuden fanfic)

Chapter 3

I wake up with a start feeling groggy. But something doesn't feel right at all with my body. I'm not on four legs... I'm on two. I look for my tail but I don't see it. I see tiny nails instead of my powerful claws. Pitiful square teeth filled my jaws instead of my usual razor sharp teeth. I shiver from the cold wind blowing through the door. I just absorbed heat. So how am I already affected by the cold, cold winds.
I look down at myself and my roar of rage turns into a high pitched soft-skin scream. I'm more than angry, I'm furious! A soft-skin. Ha! My mother would be laughing at me now saying that I've jinxed myself this time.
I growl as I remember that soft-skins wear pelts to keep themselves warm. Insane yes, but now I have no choice. For as long as I'm in this pathetic body I can't rely on heat sources to keep me moving. I look around this den for any pelts and I come across a long white one. I growl and fidget as I try to get the pelt on me. After hours of constant fighting with the pelt. I'm able to place the pelt on me. Pitiful. At least I'll be able to move faster in the cold months. Soft-skins are warm blooded. No more sun soaking. But I'll be able to tell my hatchlings that everyday.
I silently leave the soft-skin den. Careful not to alert anything big towards me. Or that soft-skin that I attacked earlier. I leave in out the door and I'm greeted in a blast of cold wind and snow. My stupid soft-skin teeth start chattering. I start shaking in this pitiful body.
I sneeze. 'Stupid soft-skin body. Its so weak.' I think as I move through as greatly as I can to move on two legs. I've really only been on two legs when I've fought with my siblings for dominance or over a carcass when food became scarce. That's all the experience I have for being on two legs.
Its been two weeks now and I've become used to the stares of soft-skins as they constantly gaze at my pathetic soft-skin body. I could care less what they have to say. I respond with a growl or a hiss, and they leave. I'm alone. Its better this way.
'What will my hatchlings think of their mum when they see me?'
I live off the lands by eating fish, rabbits, occasional nuts, and berries. I found out that my bacteria laden tongue is still in this body, and somehow this body isn't affected by it. Though this body is too weak to handle big game. So I settle for smaller stuff. I'll use my poison as a defense for now. I was able to eat anything in my true body except raisins. Nasty things. Belch. This bodies digestive system is much more sensitive.
I'm still hunting for the soft-skins who destroyed my nest and took my six surviving eggs. Their scent is implanted in my brain. I'll never forget, for my kind holds a grudge till and after death. I am still baffled by these 'Ninja' soft-skins. I've never seen one till just the other day. There faster and stronger than any normal soft-skin I've seen.
Soft-skin speak is all a bunch of nonsense. I try to mimics what soft-skins say to each other and try to test myself on other soft-skins or to myself, and other soft-skins look at me as if a I have three heads. When I try to mimics there speech on my own it sounds like gibberish. My head is hurting just thinking about their nonstop gibbering nonsense. I've tried but it makes no sense. Growling, hissing, biting, nipping, making yourself larger, baring your teeth, digging and tossing the debris at them, charging, snarling, and barking are so much simpler to me then this stupid gibberish.
I've decided I'll try something that will be much more easier on me and my sanity. I'll watch a soft-skin from a distance and mimic exactly what they say in a for a couple of hours then I'll leave and I'll keep repeating what that soft-skin said for hours and hours.