New body, old ways.
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zg_shadowsThe world was red with rage.
His new body was mighty, but it was held by one mighter, and despite his size, and his claws, he could not shift this little man holding him down.
Even through the red, he felt the fangs slide past his fur (fur... such a strange thing to have...) puncture his skin, felt the vitality drain. The rage was still there, and he thrashed in place.
The last of his blood ebbed out, and his struggles slowed. Now he was trapped inside his body, unable to move as the world slowly darkened around him. He was rage, and thirst, and nothing else.
He felt something dripping onto his tounge. Oh so familar, yet new, suddenly he could taste it in ways he'd never done before. ...he saw a cup before him, filled with it, and drinking from it...
He flashed back to the present, to the warm liquid flowing down his throat. It tasted wrong, somehow. He felt his new body reacting to it, trying to reject it, he spasmed, as his new body shook in its attempt to expell this new life that flowed into it.
"Body of mine, you shall accept this" he said to himself. For a moment he doubted, as he felt, rather than saw, a light place open within himself. Saw himself, as if from above, floating up to it, and try and draw him in. It was warm... he felt the sun on his face, as he had not done in so long...
"No."
He closed his eyes, turned away from that offering of salvation, and looked within, looked for the darkness he had dabbled his fingers in so often before, and dived towards it, hit the surface, and pulled himself deeper, deeper, deeper.
The world went black.
His new body was mighty, but it was held by one mighter, and despite his size, and his claws, he could not shift this little man holding him down.
Even through the red, he felt the fangs slide past his fur (fur... such a strange thing to have...) puncture his skin, felt the vitality drain. The rage was still there, and he thrashed in place.
The last of his blood ebbed out, and his struggles slowed. Now he was trapped inside his body, unable to move as the world slowly darkened around him. He was rage, and thirst, and nothing else.
He felt something dripping onto his tounge. Oh so familar, yet new, suddenly he could taste it in ways he'd never done before. ...he saw a cup before him, filled with it, and drinking from it...
He flashed back to the present, to the warm liquid flowing down his throat. It tasted wrong, somehow. He felt his new body reacting to it, trying to reject it, he spasmed, as his new body shook in its attempt to expell this new life that flowed into it.
"Body of mine, you shall accept this" he said to himself. For a moment he doubted, as he felt, rather than saw, a light place open within himself. Saw himself, as if from above, floating up to it, and try and draw him in. It was warm... he felt the sun on his face, as he had not done in so long...
"No."
He closed his eyes, turned away from that offering of salvation, and looked within, looked for the darkness he had dabbled his fingers in so often before, and dived towards it, hit the surface, and pulled himself deeper, deeper, deeper.
The world went black.
