We're Curse and Livin' Itby Kye BelmontChaptersChapter 1: Kye’s Life: Episode 1- Changeling in MeChapter 1: Sornos Rush: Race 1- the race beginsChapter 1: Wolfs Culture: Branch 1 - YuveeChapter 1: Draco: 1- the princess of storms awakensPrologue (Short) & Authors NotificationChapter 1: Kye’s Life: Episode 1- Changeling in MeMy eyes open, looking over the place as vision return. Everything seems to look.. Weird? I seem to be in some sort of cave. There's a spring full of water where a waterfall from sealing down, puddles in gaps and holes that shape like a bowl, and can see the surface of some rooks like stalagmites and stalactites give wet effect from being exposed by water for a long time in a low; cold temperature environment. I should be freezing but feel fine and dandy. I usually say I’m fine in cold weather but I didn’t think it will be this good! “Not chilly as I thought.” I said then stop, my eye wide. That wasn’t my voice, it sound feminine and bit vibrated. It's the first time today that I look at myself. I lift my right arm and see slim black hoof where my hand should have been. I move my arm left and right as did the appendage in front of me. I trail down from hoof to its connected source, only to see that it ends at a body of a sea greenish black chitin, a long sleek chitin with this long appendage which must be a leg. I feel something on my back and I crane my neck some how and see a white carapace a bit ajar to reveal white insect like wings. ‘Please no…’ A nudge of panic in my mind as my eyes cross eye to see a seaweed black muzzle. ‘No… No. No!’ Desperate to have something left of me, I lift one hind leg and look down my crotch and my pupils pinprick at seeing a feminine bits and not just that a ovipositor and this just made me scream before blacking out. * * * * * * When woke up hours later I instantly look at myself a second time and still see as you guessed it, changeling. A tall changeling to that, maybe around luna’s size? “Wait a second, where exactly am I?” I as myself and hearing this voice that’s not mine is something I have to get use to. One way to find out. I try to push myself up but my own body anatomy is unknown and such I loss footing and fell on the ground with a “Oof”. Yep, this is not good, not knowing your own body is like this is really creepy and scary. It took a couple of guess but none work that I gave up on trying. “Daaaah! Can’t I take a damn break!” Yelled to the heavens, not really expecting a response, just to vent my frustration. Must be a girls thing or i’m just being mad about my change and gender, nope; just the gender. I sat there as I try to think of another way to move when a sudden thought sprung up. I try crawling up to the water, it works at least. Glancing over, I see a changeling of course but just like chrysalis eyes mine have pupils and iris which is seaweed green and my white mane is comb down in a long hairstyle hanging at my right shoulder with few mane covers most of my forehead. Open my mouth and see those same teeth set. “I’m omnivore… At least that didn’t change. But why a… Wait a minute.” I try getting up to see of any difference. I sat up like a dog, that work but a little weird, “Okay, now back leg.” And that's what I did, hind legs move and it gross me at how my kneel in the wrong place as they move to my will and that made me stand on all four. “I did it…” I muttered as a feeling reach me, “I did it.” I am, happy. A smile escape my lips, only to end as soon as my balance went of when I try to move to the side. Fell down with another “oof”, this was just getting annoying. Hour or two later of hard lifting, -which turns out it’s not that easy the more times I slip and fall about twelve time- I’ve finally found my balance. At least that’s a start and- woah! I’m right, I am tall! If I have to say about myself, I’m beautiful to be honest in my stander, at least I don’t have those holes on my body like in the show. Biting my lower lip, something tug my attention and that itching feeling in my nethers. “Resist the urge Kye. You can at least do that.” I told myself. I start practicing to at least walk and stop first, stopping was easy, the walking will need a lot of practice. Seeing that I’ve got the jist of it, I try going in the pool that's not connected to a reservoir and I was glad I did! When my hoof ran right in it feels nice and cool and filled me with excitement, I just dived right in. Hour later after my bathing and try to find come way out, I reach a block crevice on the side of the wall, light shine through. With careful moving of each rock blockading the way while checking to make sure any loose areas that might break and tumble down by any mistakes on moving a single slab, one wrong move and it cave in in me. How I’m doing this with hooves is a bit unlogic. With one last nudge of a rock, a field of light shines through! ‘I’m out!’ I trot in place of excitement and almost slip, blushing slightly. I walk out in delight and trot afterwards when I felt grass beneath my fe- hoofs. Feeling free, I look around and see that i’m in some field of apple trees, the smell of fresh apples which shouldn’t be possible for me since apples don’t smell like well apple. Smile as I walk through row of lively tree, except one that seem to be in a middle of being replace the way it looks. But foreign, panic thought struck me. “CRAAAAAAP! What if I’ve been discovered!?!” I screech and shut my muzzle with my hoof out of panic of being spotted. A few stomping coming from the other side of that hill clearing. I quickly look around in all direction for any indication for a hiding place! ‘Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!’ I thought in an increasingly panic attack. Then a sudden realization hit me. “Wait! I’m a changeling, I can just change in something!” I said like I was stupid to forget. Magic one-O-one, concentration on what I want to happen; change myself; but to what? Ahhhhhh a pony! I’m going with my guts here and be an earth pony mare. Feel my horn illuminated light green before a green fire surrounds me and can feel my body change, it was weird. It all took just seconds when it finish and flames vanish, leaving a young light orange mare with a long amber mane braided. I look around eleven years old if I have to guess. Just one problem; “Agh! I look like Applejack with different coloring and manestyle!” I grumbled. It soon been extinguish as I flop on the ground on my belly in exhaustion, that spell hurts and it shows with my muscles hurting and my brain ache. I was about to pass out four sets of hooves came to view before I was lost consciousness. Chapter 1: Sornos Rush: Race 1- the race beginsAuthor's Note Chapter character written by Sornos From Sornos Chapter 1: Sornos Rush: Race 1- the race begins My eyes open, looking over the place as vision return. Everything seems to look.. Bigger? There's a glass wall over a view window, few places in this room has a few safari environment design. “What's going on?” I said, tries to remember what occur but none except a taste of adrenaline came to mind. Trying to get up off my stomach but my muscles feels alien. ‘Why can't i get up?!’ I thought. Looking down at my hand as I reach into my vision which felt weird for some reason. The result is not what I expect, face filled with panic. Not seeing human hands but I’m seeing paws instead. I look over myself in fear of something bad happen. I have paws for both arms and legs which are in cuffs, golden yellow coat with black ringed spots on my back lower neck joint down to the white tip of the tail, gently slid across the concrete floor by itself. Giving an impression of a quadruped. At my line of vision is a back nose and match colored coated muzzle. “So wait, somehow I'm a animal?!” As I spoke, notice myself chirp like a bird which surprise me, for a different reason. “Why can I chirp?... What animal am I?” I ponder while trying to get use to this strange body. But my train of thought end as a door at the far end of the room opened. A black biped women, yet not with the same skin as other peoples since her body is hard insect body except for the breast which is covered in a short tank top but nothing worn below as it expose her stomach are orange skin. Her long flaming hair flows in a none existing wind while her orange cat eyes stare at him in amusement. “Are you the one who made me into this?” I ask, hoping that it or she could understand me. “I'm glad you find my struggles so funny but this is annoying even if this is my favorite animal.” She smirk as she bend down to my height, her smooth hands cradle my low muzzle with a single, pointing finger scratch my chin. “Awwwwe, is kitty witty need a good scratch. Don’t worry, Ms.Rova would be delighted to,” She use the same hand to reach behind my ears and start scratching. “but I need to get going and feed your fellow animal friend.” She clap her hand together as a dish float down to my feet, or paws? “Heres your food! Now don’t go anywhere!” With a smile as the sun is rising to morning. “Better hurry up! Don’t want our visitors to be kept waiting.” She stood up and walk to the still open steel door as her hips sway as she look back at me with a smirk, she’s toying with me. Thinking I needs the energy I makes sure to dig in. ‘Well, she may be holding me against my will, but at least I get food.’ I thought. ‘I need to plan an escape. But, first things first. I won't make it far without practise with this body.’ A chirp on the other side of the room. Crane my neck to the right, I saw another creature like me and with seeing it in view instead helps myself on what animal I am: a cheetah. But unlike the other cheetahs, this one is slim and gave off a feminine feel. Weigh my options in my head I start talking. “Hello there. My name is sornos. May I know some of your’s?” She simply stare as she prowl closer to me. She chirp, but for some odd reason I can’t understand her even though they're the same species. “I'm sorry but I can't understand you.” I say, puzzled as to why I couldn't understand her. ‘Must be that only a natural cheetah can understand.’ I thought. She reach me, extended her neck towards my face and gave me a lick on the face, purring as she affectionately lick and nuzzle me. A sudden scent came to my snout as it smells musty. ‘So wait she is flirting with me?! Didn't think this would happen when i woke up this morning.’ I thought. I simply but slowly step away from her uncomfortably. “Please just leave me alone!” Said unease. She chirp a few times and stop as her ears perk up, my ears heard it too. Voices and lots of them, maybe peoples! ‘Maybe if i listen i can figure out where i'm at.’ I think, trying to focus on the voices. It takes a tiny bit but I’m starting to hear some of what they are saying. “Did you hear what they said. New animals have been rescue and taken care of to boot!” Masculine voice. “Yeah! I hope they have some supernatural powers!” A squeaky feminine voice spoke next. “No you do do. There's no way, no animals they have are all normal as can be. I bet my own horseshoe.” He said as sounds of foot- no wait, hoofsteps? Did some of the people with us escape or is it theses visitors that women mention? As they came closer and closer, it came from the path to my cage. Wanting to know what is come closer to the cage, glance to my right is two ponies. Their chatting as they came close as more colorful, equine, ponies! “What the?! Ponies?! How?!” I thought as my mind starts to race thinking of how it could be. Time pass as more ponies came in and out of this so called ‘Safe zoo’ which wasn’t. Turns out any non normal animal are either locked away or dispose of. They didn’t see the cuffs, if they did I bet they either ignore it or can’t even see it. As the sun goes down and the park was about to close. “I don't know enough to even try to escape. I should rest for tomorrow. Plus I'm at a disadvantage if I try to escape at night.” I thought frowning. A sudden lick to the face made me jump in surprise, it's that girl cheetah from before. I completely forgot about her. Okay then. “I’ll just sleep now.” I say, laying on the floor to try and sleep. I almost fall asleep, if only something rough and wet didn’t lick my manhood! “STOP THAT! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!” I hiss. So the rest of the time I’ve been avoiding her until she got tired and head off to her own sleeping corner. Now that the heated cat stop trying to get my groin, I try to think of anything to stop that tingling feeling from that cocklick- I hope that will be the last if I ever get out of here-, it still throb for a minute before it settled and I finally fell asleep! * * * * * * It was morning, day two, and seems be raining. Ugh I hate the rain, don't like getting soaked like this! Turns out that female cheetah name is Sasha, at this point she is a horny cat but docile when need to start being an act for other ponies. And she was once like me, a human, until turn into a cheetah it was to much for her and became who she is now. I feel sorry for her. Forced into my shoes times ten i'm torn up that i can't help her. Speaking of her hear she is now, again. Though she looks more in control as she wait for the ponies to come. Being very thankful she isn't flirting me, I focus on the door listening to the outside. Door to my pen open as Ms.Rova held two dishes and it's more human food than before. “Breakfast time!” She walk to me first and place it down to the floor and walk up to Sasha who chirp sadly. “Oh what's wrong?” She kneel to get a better look as she chirps, cheetah point her muzzle in my direction. ‘What does she want with me?’ I wish I could understand her. Hearing her chirp at me then to the changeling, human, thing. A laugh escapes her lips. “Oh I see;” She turn to me with a grin. “He’s still have his human sane eh.” ‘Wait i'm going to lose my smarts and sanity?!’ I frown. “That explains why I didn’t understand him.” She mumbled. Ms.Rova heard footsteps. I turn to sees another one but this one is more arctic look. Instead of her sister(assuming) orange and black with flames as her hair, it was pale blue and black with frozen hair that hangs down and even her cat eyes are pale blue. Unlike her counterpart, she has a arabian vail baggy pants and nothing covering her huge breast thats erech from the cold, scratch that; she is wearing something but its some sort of frozen vail bra. “Hello Twin!” She got smack behind the head by her. “Ouch!” “Stop calling me Twin! And you have got to get a different name.” Twin said grumbly. Rova pout as she got up and glare at Twin. “Why not? We are the Twinrova sisters! Its how its always been and you want to throw it away!” ‘The twinrova sisters? like the video game boss...? This is getting weirder and weirder.’ I thought with a puzzled look. But they don’t even look like... wait, the hair, I facepaw. That should have been obvious to recognize and it took me this info to figure out! “-we aren’t them anymore sister! They failed to serve Ganondorf, and died! Dead dead and not one of those possum act kind to boot, as in gone!” She huffed and grumbled. “But now we serve that queen, and it’ll be a pain in a neck too.” Rova punch her sis on the shoulder who shout “Ouch!” and rub her own shoulder. “Queen Chrysalis gave us purpose! We should be honored that we even get to live twice, heck we are beautiful with these humanoid changeling bodies!” “That's another thing, why do we not wear any more covered clothes? I mean; I don’t mind how we look but it’s weird without some cloths.” Rova snort as she and twin walks outside, closing door as they chat away. I take a look around to see if anythings changed. Nothing, it's even still raining as Twin mention through the door that it’ll be up for a couple of weeks. ‘Well with the rain i won't be able to move well so i guess i just pan for now.’ I thought. As the day reach the afternoon, a fog came rolling by. I was fast asleep taking a nap. A creak coming from the steel door woke me, they really need to oil that. I heard a click below me and one cuff cling in front of me on the floor, wiggled a bit before stopping. Looking down I see myself unchained down! Giving my wrist a far reach to see if it was just a dream, it clearly isn’t. ‘Who-no whatever you are thank you.’ I smile as i start walking off… this might be my only chance to get out of here. I take a look around the area outside my cell for guards, cameras, things like that. There seem to be searchlights, not many as I can tell as they turn left and right slowly. No cameras can be seen, but there are a few strange spheres hover from place, security? I step outside with caution, not wanting to alert any security and get caught. From afar is a ramp that looks like it rise over the fence and on top of a cart. About eight to nine yard away at most. ‘That's my way out!’ I sprint at top speed, it's a risk but it's my best chance. Race is on! Chapter 1: Wolfs Culture: Branch 1 - YuveeMy sight was flooded by the glut of light, I read over the plane as my vision returned. Everything seems to look, stagnate. My vision of the world was ambiguous, my eyes could not focus. Was my sight damaged? There were no stars, only a single sun in the white sky. There was so much light pollution, yet total instinct told me this was common. I felt heavy and broad while feeling lethargic in my lazy state of exhaustion. Gravity was inferior and the cold that attempted to punch me was only a nip. As I sat up to cope with this new feeling I was under, I found myself being covered by the frozen slush of water, it was white and dark from covered dirt and rays of light. The snow and winter that came to me were now my new surroundings as what came next was a play of soothing chorus in my head. I felt a smile bend at my lips. The cool breeze of the wind made me feel merry. ‘Had I died?’ I thought to myself, ‘is my fate and future bygone?’ An unforeseen tenor reached my ears, more than one; two. Buoyant and joviant, they were. The noises were a comforting fact to have knowledge of. If it were not for the voices and bounding nature, the sound of the brisk wind would not be so deafening as it is now. I listen to the heart and nature of the new world with dimming sight. I enjoyed the tenderness of the snow and the amiable song of the storm. I did not want this dream to end as I lay in the same spot but with my eyes sealed. “Is that a wolf sis?” A younger more energetic voice said with curiosity. I felt the aura of a single individual rubbing against my side, my fur sailed across their hard and fuzzy surface by the wind. “This definitely a wolf…” The individual which was speaking was pulled away from me by another force leaving me to my peaceful trance once again. But again my thoughts were interrupted by the humming nature of another feminine voice, humming to herself in thought. “Wonder where this one came from. Let's take it back!” I scrunched my nose in irritation. Perhaps the beyond was inhabited and not a single use for a single soul. Again my sight was blinded by the reflecting light of the snow as my eyelids lazily opened. I could see them. There were indeed two living bodies. They were... ponies. One of these ponies was a young white coat filly with the texture of her mane and tail being brown with a single strip of orange crossing with the mane. There was a horn protruding from her forehead. It walked in a feminine fashion, she was young by appearance. The other looked older, the mare’s coat was grey with a purple tail and mane flared downward. I noticed apparel adorning their torsos. They wore winter jackets and their bodies seemed transparent. They glittered for each breath they took and every movement they made. They were small. Very small… I felt a strange blast of powder pass over my face and into my eyes, nose, and mouth. I felt drowsy. I felt... sleepy… I lashed out in anger, snapping at the ponies with my teeth! I was being taken, and I did not like this feeling! A sprinted away but fell to the ground after keeping a distance of 15 meters away from the source which caused my aching as my body became numb and cold. I crashed down into the snow, my legs giving out. My face was buried in the frozen water droplets. I did not like this feeling, the feeling of forceful sleep. The tears which left my eyes were painful, a feeling of uncomfort. The voices began turning to hushed sounds earning lower and lower tones as time progressed and as they sprinkled more of the powder onto my face. My eyes see colors all around, they were so star bright. The colors feel so true. The world was flying right below my paws… I will wake from this dream. and I will be hungry… * * * * * * The world was beginning to return to me. The very first sensation I feel is the batting of warm air nearby, I don’t mind this warmth but I prefer the feeling of cool wind and air. I sat up, having no conscious idea at the time where I was. I thoroughly examined my surroundings. It seemed at the time that I was in a wooden structure; a cabin with hand crafted furniture. I sat close to a lit chimney, the object in question would explain where the warm heat was coming from. My surroundings were so small. I stood up, my head hit the rigid cover of the ceiling. I staggered back down to a sitting position as I looked up and found that an imprint of my head was now decorating the plafond. I was slightly embarrassed, but again, still irritated that I was forcefully taken against my will. I knew I was in a cabin, my father owned one, but not quite as cramped. The loud crackling of the kindle in the fire pit consoled me to lay down again, and the wind, the wind was like another song, it’s tune and excitement overwhelming me. Then, my underbelly growled in contrast to my deprovision. “Doggy woke up!” A Young voice demanded. I shifted my sight to my left to locate the abhorrent voice. A face full of white covers my view. I wanted to bite, my personal space was being invaded but I held back on the lure of the offer. My brows furrowed and I showed the whites of my teeth with a mean growl of disapproval. In response to my hostile state, I saw her frantically taking steps back, with her hooves she grabbed a nearby bowl and showed it to me, inside were brown kibbles. I was slightly taken aback at the strange offer. I leaned my head down and sniffed what was in the bowl, it smelled of slight bacon and potatoes. My stomach protested again, I was concerned what they had put in the bowl but I was hungry. Though I did not want to eat while she was holding the bowl, it would make me feel domestic and I did not approve of that. She places the bowl down and ran up to a coat hanger where a small cloth hung, she levitated her own jacket to herself as she slid in on with ease. I used my tongue to reach and grab the kibbles inside the bowl. My teeth crunched on each individual kiddle as I repeatedly opened my mouth to chew, all the while staring at the mare, staying vigilant. She gave one last smile before stepping out into the cold weather, door shut as the whole structure shimmer before it ends. I knew what was happening now, “I am no pet!” I screamed as my front paw slammed down on the bowl, the wind from outside muffled all sound that escaped the crevices of the wooden structure. “I am no pet.” I repeated. I could easily leave this rotting den but there was this sense of curiosity that nailed me to this home like glue. I want to find out why I am here. There is a reason I am here. But why? Fate guided me but can I decide my own fate? Could I become friends with this pony? I loathed the idea of becoming a treasure, but the concept of a connected pact or affectionate bond was acceptable to me in my eyes. I had to consider all the possibilities. Was I to become food, am I to become a tool, am I to be trained? Should I leave or should I wait? The time passed on, the ticking of the father clock in the corner of the room was nagging. Before I walked over to the clock I picked up a silver fork from the dinner table with my mouth and stabbed it into the back of the father clock, forcing the chronograph to desist it’s ticking. As I looked down on the clock I found that the time read ten twenty four. I walked to the nearest window and looked out side, I could not tell whether the light of day was being blocked by the storm outside or if it was truly nighttime. It did not bother me none though as I was well rested. “Mannahu?” I called out to anyone who may be in the house. There was no response only the sound of the wind and the flame from the chimney which crackled and sparked from the burning bark and wood. I waited and waited, the gap of time that passed I was not present, I felt off in another world in my own imagination. I blinked once, I was puzzled. I looked to the old wood made father clock and found that while in that small amount of time that passed for my 34 minutes have passed in this reality. It scared me. I stood, my ears slightly scraping against the ceiling. I walked into the bathroom area and was astonished that I managed to fit into the cramped chamber. When I looked up from the floor I saw myself looking at a strange, large, and broad creature. The fur of the animal was rust color, it’s eyes were wheat color, and at the tips of it’s ears changed to a dark bistre. As it breaths it’s breath scrapes against the mirror, fogging it, creating condensation in the room. This animal. The animal I saw. Was me. I was perplexed as well as absorbed by my image the glass presented to me. I looked down and found a tail and four paws, the paws were the same color as my ears, bistre. Although I was distraught at first my black lips beamed with excitement. Though in all honesty, I felt lost in my new body. I felt naked, the funny part about that statement is that it is true, I was wearing no clothing. But when I look at it, all the the weight of the other part of me was lifted off my shoulders. Another hour came as boredom slowly set in. As what any wild animal would do when you have nothing to accomplish, I paced, the space in which I did was so small I made my strides look like I was turning in circles. The front door to the cabin creaked open sending a wave of cold air into the home, the filly had returned. She shook herself off like a dog, the snow that clung to her coat fell to the floor and was absorbed into the carpet. I saw the glimpse of the older mare in her place, I blinked, unsure what I witnessed was an illusion or just a fiction of my imagination. As she futher walked into her home I disregarded the possible scene that unfolded just moments ago, It is not that I did not care, I was not interested. I did not want to speak to her at this moment, another time when we are more acquainted, I only wanted to watch. She jumped, no, bounced cheerfully cheeks rising and falling. “Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! I finally have a friend!” She squealed as she tip toes in place in boundless giddiness. A part of me wanted to stand and leave the room at once. I tilted my head with confusion for her happiness, but also happy. Was she referring to me or another? She stopped, looking the bowl she placed for me and gasped. “Oh! I forgot to feed…” She stop herself as she giggled. “Oh wait I fed you before I left. Well time for lunch!” She ran to the kitchen and out of sight. I was beginning to feel more like a pet, the more she mentions “feeding me” the more the impulse to leave occurs. The rustling of aluminum and tin was obvious, among the sounds was glass clashing against silverware. I still sat in the living room with no intention of moving unless provoked. The sound of dishes and silverwares clinging have stop, she came back out into the living room but instead of kibbles like before, it was the precious and rare bacon from a pig. Water is a precious source and aspect of life to our kind, but food is precious to me in my own way and belief -- no true hunger can be abated for me. She held in her grasp, a bowl of water, as she places both dishes down. It repeated like a loop in time, as she turn back to the kitchen the pony had change to a mare, then filly. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them to come to realize it was the same filly. Should I care that she may be a spirit… no, I shouldn't. We keep to ourselves… ourselves? Who is we? Why do I revert to thinking to myself about a species I have been but haven’t? I am what I am now, but before I wasn’t. Why? Does it matter? No. I am what I am. I shall follow fate and what it has given me, but I will make my own decisions when I am given options. The warming heat of the room had vanished, I looked to the black charred chimney but there was no fire and the wood inside had aged increasingly. The screaming wind outside the rotten cabin had vanished, the ticking of the clock had ceased as well. I turned to where the clock had previously been to find it broken and demolish from the elements. “If only…” Were the only words that left my mouth as I stepped towards the rotting front door and pushed it to the side to reveal the starry night sky, the high earth I was between showed that I was indeed in the mountains. The storm had settled. I took a step out into the snow as my feet pushed its way into the ground. I smiled at the sounding crunch which came from the snow. I walked afar from the cabin having no further purpose there. It was empty and void of life. Save for the lost soul that dwells there… “Where are you going doggy?” A low voice spoke up from behind, it echoed like a song. I stopped. For a long moment, I stared out into the vast open valley of snow pondering what I should do. To look back was demonstrative, it showed fragility, but I looked back despite the belief and culture I was pressed in. As I turned to face the possible voice I was pelted by the screaming winds and blizzard of the snowstorm. It punched me as I was forced to crouch down to avoid the pull of the wind but due to my size I was plucked from the earth like a feather from a pillow and thrown into the air with no regard. I tumbled to the ground with such force I left an imprint of my body in the snow. I yelped with each covered rock I landed on in the high valley mountain, it was hard to believe that every time I fell into the snow my body came to impact on a solid rock. My body would be bruised and turn to resemble a grape when I finish my decent into the lower valley. It hurt so much. How could such strong wings carry me, a 480 pound Isa, off the mountain with only winds from a snowstorm. I screamed the hardest when my eye was cut open by a protruding granite rock shining from the white snow. The resulting yelp hurled an avalanche of torture in my direction, causing me to panic and think of my past life. But. I did not want to. It was too soon, wasn’t it? Finally, after hours of constant turning, I reached the bottom of the valley. Only to be covered by snow from the avalanche that amused itself to bring me displeasure. I could not breath, I could not see, I could not feel, and I could not taste. My breath along with my blood, caused the snow in my face to burn and slowly melt to water entering my nose and eventually into my mouth, drowning me. I was upside down. I knew this by the red crimson that dripped from my eye upward. I remember being… being in a situation like this. I remember being alone with no one but my imagination. I could feel the uncertainty and heavy worry on my shoulders again. Would I die again? Die with a life I had yet to live. It would be a sin to not finish what has been used. I could die now with no one knowing where I am. I don’t want that though. Struggle as I might in this cold and freezing hell, I could not move. I would rot here just like the cabin, I would be only a memory to haunt those who traverse through these mountains. I would be the warning sign for those to not fall victim to my mistakes. I closed my eyes and fell into a sleep with little to no time, I wanted this to be over. I wanted to go home. Chapter 1: Draco: 1- the princess of storms awakensSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Prologue (Short) & Authors NotificationPrologue It was a campsite near the friendly national park petting zoo that just open recently. Curtain bus filled with young teens all getting off at a single line with bags in their grasp. Some look around in awe or disgust by the forest environment while others are either busy on their cellphones, talk to others or listen to their teachers. Two peoples stood at the front gates that are wide open, wishing them welcome and having a great time here. They had a nice time there except for few, but all an’ all it was good. Food was great, selectable food choices, all you can eat buffet! It was soon night and everyone when to sleep, could have if sounds of cries and screams throughout the camp didn’t kept everyone up. What occur, has made everyone freak out as everyone starts to change. They start to scream or wail in agony as their body shift and change; morgh to a more creature shape. Some turn into animals, some became mythical creature and lot turn to monsters! And non have been spared, except two. Watching from the side are the owners of the park. What they did is nothing but watch with sleazy, sinister grins. They erupt in green fire a bit before two black chitin bipeds stand before them, one has flared blazing hair while the other has freezing hair match to their own midsection on their stomach. It was nothing but a nest for a cauldron’s for witch's brew… * * * * * Will their stories be told where web of life begins, or fall with blood on cold stone… Choose your Path and see their own carve road ahead. Will you hear their tale? Author's Note This is a Role Playing Story where you who wants to join your own story as I craft it along. I Kye Belmont, will be your Story Master or Dungeon Master or whatever you like to call me, will be your guide while you guys, the Players, chooses your action of your characters or more likely you yourselves turn into Animals, Humanoid animals, mythical creatures, a two mix hybrid or pony character from Equis. But be warned, Death might happen to your characters if you're not careful, logics and non-logics will be in so don’t go getting cocky at thinking it can’t happen buster! So, choose wisely and no, there's no backstory for your new forms except for their strengths and weaknesses. Also this is also in mature so [Sex] and [Gore] can happen.
Chapter 1: Kye’s Life: Episode 1- Changeling in MeMy eyes open, looking over the place as vision return. Everything seems to look.. Weird? I seem to be in some sort of cave. There's a spring full of water where a waterfall from sealing down, puddles in gaps and holes that shape like a bowl, and can see the surface of some rooks like stalagmites and stalactites give wet effect from being exposed by water for a long time in a low; cold temperature environment. I should be freezing but feel fine and dandy. I usually say I’m fine in cold weather but I didn’t think it will be this good! “Not chilly as I thought.” I said then stop, my eye wide. That wasn’t my voice, it sound feminine and bit vibrated. It's the first time today that I look at myself. I lift my right arm and see slim black hoof where my hand should have been. I move my arm left and right as did the appendage in front of me. I trail down from hoof to its connected source, only to see that it ends at a body of a sea greenish black chitin, a long sleek chitin with this long appendage which must be a leg. I feel something on my back and I crane my neck some how and see a white carapace a bit ajar to reveal white insect like wings. ‘Please no…’ A nudge of panic in my mind as my eyes cross eye to see a seaweed black muzzle. ‘No… No. No!’ Desperate to have something left of me, I lift one hind leg and look down my crotch and my pupils pinprick at seeing a feminine bits and not just that a ovipositor and this just made me scream before blacking out. * * * * * * When woke up hours later I instantly look at myself a second time and still see as you guessed it, changeling. A tall changeling to that, maybe around luna’s size? “Wait a second, where exactly am I?” I as myself and hearing this voice that’s not mine is something I have to get use to. One way to find out. I try to push myself up but my own body anatomy is unknown and such I loss footing and fell on the ground with a “Oof”. Yep, this is not good, not knowing your own body is like this is really creepy and scary. It took a couple of guess but none work that I gave up on trying. “Daaaah! Can’t I take a damn break!” Yelled to the heavens, not really expecting a response, just to vent my frustration. Must be a girls thing or i’m just being mad about my change and gender, nope; just the gender. I sat there as I try to think of another way to move when a sudden thought sprung up. I try crawling up to the water, it works at least. Glancing over, I see a changeling of course but just like chrysalis eyes mine have pupils and iris which is seaweed green and my white mane is comb down in a long hairstyle hanging at my right shoulder with few mane covers most of my forehead. Open my mouth and see those same teeth set. “I’m omnivore… At least that didn’t change. But why a… Wait a minute.” I try getting up to see of any difference. I sat up like a dog, that work but a little weird, “Okay, now back leg.” And that's what I did, hind legs move and it gross me at how my kneel in the wrong place as they move to my will and that made me stand on all four. “I did it…” I muttered as a feeling reach me, “I did it.” I am, happy. A smile escape my lips, only to end as soon as my balance went of when I try to move to the side. Fell down with another “oof”, this was just getting annoying. Hour or two later of hard lifting, -which turns out it’s not that easy the more times I slip and fall about twelve time- I’ve finally found my balance. At least that’s a start and- woah! I’m right, I am tall! If I have to say about myself, I’m beautiful to be honest in my stander, at least I don’t have those holes on my body like in the show. Biting my lower lip, something tug my attention and that itching feeling in my nethers. “Resist the urge Kye. You can at least do that.” I told myself. I start practicing to at least walk and stop first, stopping was easy, the walking will need a lot of practice. Seeing that I’ve got the jist of it, I try going in the pool that's not connected to a reservoir and I was glad I did! When my hoof ran right in it feels nice and cool and filled me with excitement, I just dived right in. Hour later after my bathing and try to find come way out, I reach a block crevice on the side of the wall, light shine through. With careful moving of each rock blockading the way while checking to make sure any loose areas that might break and tumble down by any mistakes on moving a single slab, one wrong move and it cave in in me. How I’m doing this with hooves is a bit unlogic. With one last nudge of a rock, a field of light shines through! ‘I’m out!’ I trot in place of excitement and almost slip, blushing slightly. I walk out in delight and trot afterwards when I felt grass beneath my fe- hoofs. Feeling free, I look around and see that i’m in some field of apple trees, the smell of fresh apples which shouldn’t be possible for me since apples don’t smell like well apple. Smile as I walk through row of lively tree, except one that seem to be in a middle of being replace the way it looks. But foreign, panic thought struck me. “CRAAAAAAP! What if I’ve been discovered!?!” I screech and shut my muzzle with my hoof out of panic of being spotted. A few stomping coming from the other side of that hill clearing. I quickly look around in all direction for any indication for a hiding place! ‘Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!Gotta Hide!’ I thought in an increasingly panic attack. Then a sudden realization hit me. “Wait! I’m a changeling, I can just change in something!” I said like I was stupid to forget. Magic one-O-one, concentration on what I want to happen; change myself; but to what? Ahhhhhh a pony! I’m going with my guts here and be an earth pony mare. Feel my horn illuminated light green before a green fire surrounds me and can feel my body change, it was weird. It all took just seconds when it finish and flames vanish, leaving a young light orange mare with a long amber mane braided. I look around eleven years old if I have to guess. Just one problem; “Agh! I look like Applejack with different coloring and manestyle!” I grumbled. It soon been extinguish as I flop on the ground on my belly in exhaustion, that spell hurts and it shows with my muscles hurting and my brain ache. I was about to pass out four sets of hooves came to view before I was lost consciousness.
Chapter 1: Sornos Rush: Race 1- the race beginsAuthor's Note Chapter character written by Sornos From Sornos Chapter 1: Sornos Rush: Race 1- the race begins My eyes open, looking over the place as vision return. Everything seems to look.. Bigger? There's a glass wall over a view window, few places in this room has a few safari environment design. “What's going on?” I said, tries to remember what occur but none except a taste of adrenaline came to mind. Trying to get up off my stomach but my muscles feels alien. ‘Why can't i get up?!’ I thought. Looking down at my hand as I reach into my vision which felt weird for some reason. The result is not what I expect, face filled with panic. Not seeing human hands but I’m seeing paws instead. I look over myself in fear of something bad happen. I have paws for both arms and legs which are in cuffs, golden yellow coat with black ringed spots on my back lower neck joint down to the white tip of the tail, gently slid across the concrete floor by itself. Giving an impression of a quadruped. At my line of vision is a back nose and match colored coated muzzle. “So wait, somehow I'm a animal?!” As I spoke, notice myself chirp like a bird which surprise me, for a different reason. “Why can I chirp?... What animal am I?” I ponder while trying to get use to this strange body. But my train of thought end as a door at the far end of the room opened. A black biped women, yet not with the same skin as other peoples since her body is hard insect body except for the breast which is covered in a short tank top but nothing worn below as it expose her stomach are orange skin. Her long flaming hair flows in a none existing wind while her orange cat eyes stare at him in amusement. “Are you the one who made me into this?” I ask, hoping that it or she could understand me. “I'm glad you find my struggles so funny but this is annoying even if this is my favorite animal.” She smirk as she bend down to my height, her smooth hands cradle my low muzzle with a single, pointing finger scratch my chin. “Awwwwe, is kitty witty need a good scratch. Don’t worry, Ms.Rova would be delighted to,” She use the same hand to reach behind my ears and start scratching. “but I need to get going and feed your fellow animal friend.” She clap her hand together as a dish float down to my feet, or paws? “Heres your food! Now don’t go anywhere!” With a smile as the sun is rising to morning. “Better hurry up! Don’t want our visitors to be kept waiting.” She stood up and walk to the still open steel door as her hips sway as she look back at me with a smirk, she’s toying with me. Thinking I needs the energy I makes sure to dig in. ‘Well, she may be holding me against my will, but at least I get food.’ I thought. ‘I need to plan an escape. But, first things first. I won't make it far without practise with this body.’ A chirp on the other side of the room. Crane my neck to the right, I saw another creature like me and with seeing it in view instead helps myself on what animal I am: a cheetah. But unlike the other cheetahs, this one is slim and gave off a feminine feel. Weigh my options in my head I start talking. “Hello there. My name is sornos. May I know some of your’s?” She simply stare as she prowl closer to me. She chirp, but for some odd reason I can’t understand her even though they're the same species. “I'm sorry but I can't understand you.” I say, puzzled as to why I couldn't understand her. ‘Must be that only a natural cheetah can understand.’ I thought. She reach me, extended her neck towards my face and gave me a lick on the face, purring as she affectionately lick and nuzzle me. A sudden scent came to my snout as it smells musty. ‘So wait she is flirting with me?! Didn't think this would happen when i woke up this morning.’ I thought. I simply but slowly step away from her uncomfortably. “Please just leave me alone!” Said unease. She chirp a few times and stop as her ears perk up, my ears heard it too. Voices and lots of them, maybe peoples! ‘Maybe if i listen i can figure out where i'm at.’ I think, trying to focus on the voices. It takes a tiny bit but I’m starting to hear some of what they are saying. “Did you hear what they said. New animals have been rescue and taken care of to boot!” Masculine voice. “Yeah! I hope they have some supernatural powers!” A squeaky feminine voice spoke next. “No you do do. There's no way, no animals they have are all normal as can be. I bet my own horseshoe.” He said as sounds of foot- no wait, hoofsteps? Did some of the people with us escape or is it theses visitors that women mention? As they came closer and closer, it came from the path to my cage. Wanting to know what is come closer to the cage, glance to my right is two ponies. Their chatting as they came close as more colorful, equine, ponies! “What the?! Ponies?! How?!” I thought as my mind starts to race thinking of how it could be. Time pass as more ponies came in and out of this so called ‘Safe zoo’ which wasn’t. Turns out any non normal animal are either locked away or dispose of. They didn’t see the cuffs, if they did I bet they either ignore it or can’t even see it. As the sun goes down and the park was about to close. “I don't know enough to even try to escape. I should rest for tomorrow. Plus I'm at a disadvantage if I try to escape at night.” I thought frowning. A sudden lick to the face made me jump in surprise, it's that girl cheetah from before. I completely forgot about her. Okay then. “I’ll just sleep now.” I say, laying on the floor to try and sleep. I almost fall asleep, if only something rough and wet didn’t lick my manhood! “STOP THAT! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!” I hiss. So the rest of the time I’ve been avoiding her until she got tired and head off to her own sleeping corner. Now that the heated cat stop trying to get my groin, I try to think of anything to stop that tingling feeling from that cocklick- I hope that will be the last if I ever get out of here-, it still throb for a minute before it settled and I finally fell asleep! * * * * * * It was morning, day two, and seems be raining. Ugh I hate the rain, don't like getting soaked like this! Turns out that female cheetah name is Sasha, at this point she is a horny cat but docile when need to start being an act for other ponies. And she was once like me, a human, until turn into a cheetah it was to much for her and became who she is now. I feel sorry for her. Forced into my shoes times ten i'm torn up that i can't help her. Speaking of her hear she is now, again. Though she looks more in control as she wait for the ponies to come. Being very thankful she isn't flirting me, I focus on the door listening to the outside. Door to my pen open as Ms.Rova held two dishes and it's more human food than before. “Breakfast time!” She walk to me first and place it down to the floor and walk up to Sasha who chirp sadly. “Oh what's wrong?” She kneel to get a better look as she chirps, cheetah point her muzzle in my direction. ‘What does she want with me?’ I wish I could understand her. Hearing her chirp at me then to the changeling, human, thing. A laugh escapes her lips. “Oh I see;” She turn to me with a grin. “He’s still have his human sane eh.” ‘Wait i'm going to lose my smarts and sanity?!’ I frown. “That explains why I didn’t understand him.” She mumbled. Ms.Rova heard footsteps. I turn to sees another one but this one is more arctic look. Instead of her sister(assuming) orange and black with flames as her hair, it was pale blue and black with frozen hair that hangs down and even her cat eyes are pale blue. Unlike her counterpart, she has a arabian vail baggy pants and nothing covering her huge breast thats erech from the cold, scratch that; she is wearing something but its some sort of frozen vail bra. “Hello Twin!” She got smack behind the head by her. “Ouch!” “Stop calling me Twin! And you have got to get a different name.” Twin said grumbly. Rova pout as she got up and glare at Twin. “Why not? We are the Twinrova sisters! Its how its always been and you want to throw it away!” ‘The twinrova sisters? like the video game boss...? This is getting weirder and weirder.’ I thought with a puzzled look. But they don’t even look like... wait, the hair, I facepaw. That should have been obvious to recognize and it took me this info to figure out! “-we aren’t them anymore sister! They failed to serve Ganondorf, and died! Dead dead and not one of those possum act kind to boot, as in gone!” She huffed and grumbled. “But now we serve that queen, and it’ll be a pain in a neck too.” Rova punch her sis on the shoulder who shout “Ouch!” and rub her own shoulder. “Queen Chrysalis gave us purpose! We should be honored that we even get to live twice, heck we are beautiful with these humanoid changeling bodies!” “That's another thing, why do we not wear any more covered clothes? I mean; I don’t mind how we look but it’s weird without some cloths.” Rova snort as she and twin walks outside, closing door as they chat away. I take a look around to see if anythings changed. Nothing, it's even still raining as Twin mention through the door that it’ll be up for a couple of weeks. ‘Well with the rain i won't be able to move well so i guess i just pan for now.’ I thought. As the day reach the afternoon, a fog came rolling by. I was fast asleep taking a nap. A creak coming from the steel door woke me, they really need to oil that. I heard a click below me and one cuff cling in front of me on the floor, wiggled a bit before stopping. Looking down I see myself unchained down! Giving my wrist a far reach to see if it was just a dream, it clearly isn’t. ‘Who-no whatever you are thank you.’ I smile as i start walking off… this might be my only chance to get out of here. I take a look around the area outside my cell for guards, cameras, things like that. There seem to be searchlights, not many as I can tell as they turn left and right slowly. No cameras can be seen, but there are a few strange spheres hover from place, security? I step outside with caution, not wanting to alert any security and get caught. From afar is a ramp that looks like it rise over the fence and on top of a cart. About eight to nine yard away at most. ‘That's my way out!’ I sprint at top speed, it's a risk but it's my best chance. Race is on!
Chapter 1: Wolfs Culture: Branch 1 - YuveeMy sight was flooded by the glut of light, I read over the plane as my vision returned. Everything seems to look, stagnate. My vision of the world was ambiguous, my eyes could not focus. Was my sight damaged? There were no stars, only a single sun in the white sky. There was so much light pollution, yet total instinct told me this was common. I felt heavy and broad while feeling lethargic in my lazy state of exhaustion. Gravity was inferior and the cold that attempted to punch me was only a nip. As I sat up to cope with this new feeling I was under, I found myself being covered by the frozen slush of water, it was white and dark from covered dirt and rays of light. The snow and winter that came to me were now my new surroundings as what came next was a play of soothing chorus in my head. I felt a smile bend at my lips. The cool breeze of the wind made me feel merry. ‘Had I died?’ I thought to myself, ‘is my fate and future bygone?’ An unforeseen tenor reached my ears, more than one; two. Buoyant and joviant, they were. The noises were a comforting fact to have knowledge of. If it were not for the voices and bounding nature, the sound of the brisk wind would not be so deafening as it is now. I listen to the heart and nature of the new world with dimming sight. I enjoyed the tenderness of the snow and the amiable song of the storm. I did not want this dream to end as I lay in the same spot but with my eyes sealed. “Is that a wolf sis?” A younger more energetic voice said with curiosity. I felt the aura of a single individual rubbing against my side, my fur sailed across their hard and fuzzy surface by the wind. “This definitely a wolf…” The individual which was speaking was pulled away from me by another force leaving me to my peaceful trance once again. But again my thoughts were interrupted by the humming nature of another feminine voice, humming to herself in thought. “Wonder where this one came from. Let's take it back!” I scrunched my nose in irritation. Perhaps the beyond was inhabited and not a single use for a single soul. Again my sight was blinded by the reflecting light of the snow as my eyelids lazily opened. I could see them. There were indeed two living bodies. They were... ponies. One of these ponies was a young white coat filly with the texture of her mane and tail being brown with a single strip of orange crossing with the mane. There was a horn protruding from her forehead. It walked in a feminine fashion, she was young by appearance. The other looked older, the mare’s coat was grey with a purple tail and mane flared downward. I noticed apparel adorning their torsos. They wore winter jackets and their bodies seemed transparent. They glittered for each breath they took and every movement they made. They were small. Very small… I felt a strange blast of powder pass over my face and into my eyes, nose, and mouth. I felt drowsy. I felt... sleepy… I lashed out in anger, snapping at the ponies with my teeth! I was being taken, and I did not like this feeling! A sprinted away but fell to the ground after keeping a distance of 15 meters away from the source which caused my aching as my body became numb and cold. I crashed down into the snow, my legs giving out. My face was buried in the frozen water droplets. I did not like this feeling, the feeling of forceful sleep. The tears which left my eyes were painful, a feeling of uncomfort. The voices began turning to hushed sounds earning lower and lower tones as time progressed and as they sprinkled more of the powder onto my face. My eyes see colors all around, they were so star bright. The colors feel so true. The world was flying right below my paws… I will wake from this dream. and I will be hungry… * * * * * * The world was beginning to return to me. The very first sensation I feel is the batting of warm air nearby, I don’t mind this warmth but I prefer the feeling of cool wind and air. I sat up, having no conscious idea at the time where I was. I thoroughly examined my surroundings. It seemed at the time that I was in a wooden structure; a cabin with hand crafted furniture. I sat close to a lit chimney, the object in question would explain where the warm heat was coming from. My surroundings were so small. I stood up, my head hit the rigid cover of the ceiling. I staggered back down to a sitting position as I looked up and found that an imprint of my head was now decorating the plafond. I was slightly embarrassed, but again, still irritated that I was forcefully taken against my will. I knew I was in a cabin, my father owned one, but not quite as cramped. The loud crackling of the kindle in the fire pit consoled me to lay down again, and the wind, the wind was like another song, it’s tune and excitement overwhelming me. Then, my underbelly growled in contrast to my deprovision. “Doggy woke up!” A Young voice demanded. I shifted my sight to my left to locate the abhorrent voice. A face full of white covers my view. I wanted to bite, my personal space was being invaded but I held back on the lure of the offer. My brows furrowed and I showed the whites of my teeth with a mean growl of disapproval. In response to my hostile state, I saw her frantically taking steps back, with her hooves she grabbed a nearby bowl and showed it to me, inside were brown kibbles. I was slightly taken aback at the strange offer. I leaned my head down and sniffed what was in the bowl, it smelled of slight bacon and potatoes. My stomach protested again, I was concerned what they had put in the bowl but I was hungry. Though I did not want to eat while she was holding the bowl, it would make me feel domestic and I did not approve of that. She places the bowl down and ran up to a coat hanger where a small cloth hung, she levitated her own jacket to herself as she slid in on with ease. I used my tongue to reach and grab the kibbles inside the bowl. My teeth crunched on each individual kiddle as I repeatedly opened my mouth to chew, all the while staring at the mare, staying vigilant. She gave one last smile before stepping out into the cold weather, door shut as the whole structure shimmer before it ends. I knew what was happening now, “I am no pet!” I screamed as my front paw slammed down on the bowl, the wind from outside muffled all sound that escaped the crevices of the wooden structure. “I am no pet.” I repeated. I could easily leave this rotting den but there was this sense of curiosity that nailed me to this home like glue. I want to find out why I am here. There is a reason I am here. But why? Fate guided me but can I decide my own fate? Could I become friends with this pony? I loathed the idea of becoming a treasure, but the concept of a connected pact or affectionate bond was acceptable to me in my eyes. I had to consider all the possibilities. Was I to become food, am I to become a tool, am I to be trained? Should I leave or should I wait? The time passed on, the ticking of the father clock in the corner of the room was nagging. Before I walked over to the clock I picked up a silver fork from the dinner table with my mouth and stabbed it into the back of the father clock, forcing the chronograph to desist it’s ticking. As I looked down on the clock I found that the time read ten twenty four. I walked to the nearest window and looked out side, I could not tell whether the light of day was being blocked by the storm outside or if it was truly nighttime. It did not bother me none though as I was well rested. “Mannahu?” I called out to anyone who may be in the house. There was no response only the sound of the wind and the flame from the chimney which crackled and sparked from the burning bark and wood. I waited and waited, the gap of time that passed I was not present, I felt off in another world in my own imagination. I blinked once, I was puzzled. I looked to the old wood made father clock and found that while in that small amount of time that passed for my 34 minutes have passed in this reality. It scared me. I stood, my ears slightly scraping against the ceiling. I walked into the bathroom area and was astonished that I managed to fit into the cramped chamber. When I looked up from the floor I saw myself looking at a strange, large, and broad creature. The fur of the animal was rust color, it’s eyes were wheat color, and at the tips of it’s ears changed to a dark bistre. As it breaths it’s breath scrapes against the mirror, fogging it, creating condensation in the room. This animal. The animal I saw. Was me. I was perplexed as well as absorbed by my image the glass presented to me. I looked down and found a tail and four paws, the paws were the same color as my ears, bistre. Although I was distraught at first my black lips beamed with excitement. Though in all honesty, I felt lost in my new body. I felt naked, the funny part about that statement is that it is true, I was wearing no clothing. But when I look at it, all the the weight of the other part of me was lifted off my shoulders. Another hour came as boredom slowly set in. As what any wild animal would do when you have nothing to accomplish, I paced, the space in which I did was so small I made my strides look like I was turning in circles. The front door to the cabin creaked open sending a wave of cold air into the home, the filly had returned. She shook herself off like a dog, the snow that clung to her coat fell to the floor and was absorbed into the carpet. I saw the glimpse of the older mare in her place, I blinked, unsure what I witnessed was an illusion or just a fiction of my imagination. As she futher walked into her home I disregarded the possible scene that unfolded just moments ago, It is not that I did not care, I was not interested. I did not want to speak to her at this moment, another time when we are more acquainted, I only wanted to watch. She jumped, no, bounced cheerfully cheeks rising and falling. “Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES! I finally have a friend!” She squealed as she tip toes in place in boundless giddiness. A part of me wanted to stand and leave the room at once. I tilted my head with confusion for her happiness, but also happy. Was she referring to me or another? She stopped, looking the bowl she placed for me and gasped. “Oh! I forgot to feed…” She stop herself as she giggled. “Oh wait I fed you before I left. Well time for lunch!” She ran to the kitchen and out of sight. I was beginning to feel more like a pet, the more she mentions “feeding me” the more the impulse to leave occurs. The rustling of aluminum and tin was obvious, among the sounds was glass clashing against silverware. I still sat in the living room with no intention of moving unless provoked. The sound of dishes and silverwares clinging have stop, she came back out into the living room but instead of kibbles like before, it was the precious and rare bacon from a pig. Water is a precious source and aspect of life to our kind, but food is precious to me in my own way and belief -- no true hunger can be abated for me. She held in her grasp, a bowl of water, as she places both dishes down. It repeated like a loop in time, as she turn back to the kitchen the pony had change to a mare, then filly. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them to come to realize it was the same filly. Should I care that she may be a spirit… no, I shouldn't. We keep to ourselves… ourselves? Who is we? Why do I revert to thinking to myself about a species I have been but haven’t? I am what I am now, but before I wasn’t. Why? Does it matter? No. I am what I am. I shall follow fate and what it has given me, but I will make my own decisions when I am given options. The warming heat of the room had vanished, I looked to the black charred chimney but there was no fire and the wood inside had aged increasingly. The screaming wind outside the rotten cabin had vanished, the ticking of the clock had ceased as well. I turned to where the clock had previously been to find it broken and demolish from the elements. “If only…” Were the only words that left my mouth as I stepped towards the rotting front door and pushed it to the side to reveal the starry night sky, the high earth I was between showed that I was indeed in the mountains. The storm had settled. I took a step out into the snow as my feet pushed its way into the ground. I smiled at the sounding crunch which came from the snow. I walked afar from the cabin having no further purpose there. It was empty and void of life. Save for the lost soul that dwells there… “Where are you going doggy?” A low voice spoke up from behind, it echoed like a song. I stopped. For a long moment, I stared out into the vast open valley of snow pondering what I should do. To look back was demonstrative, it showed fragility, but I looked back despite the belief and culture I was pressed in. As I turned to face the possible voice I was pelted by the screaming winds and blizzard of the snowstorm. It punched me as I was forced to crouch down to avoid the pull of the wind but due to my size I was plucked from the earth like a feather from a pillow and thrown into the air with no regard. I tumbled to the ground with such force I left an imprint of my body in the snow. I yelped with each covered rock I landed on in the high valley mountain, it was hard to believe that every time I fell into the snow my body came to impact on a solid rock. My body would be bruised and turn to resemble a grape when I finish my decent into the lower valley. It hurt so much. How could such strong wings carry me, a 480 pound Isa, off the mountain with only winds from a snowstorm. I screamed the hardest when my eye was cut open by a protruding granite rock shining from the white snow. The resulting yelp hurled an avalanche of torture in my direction, causing me to panic and think of my past life. But. I did not want to. It was too soon, wasn’t it? Finally, after hours of constant turning, I reached the bottom of the valley. Only to be covered by snow from the avalanche that amused itself to bring me displeasure. I could not breath, I could not see, I could not feel, and I could not taste. My breath along with my blood, caused the snow in my face to burn and slowly melt to water entering my nose and eventually into my mouth, drowning me. I was upside down. I knew this by the red crimson that dripped from my eye upward. I remember being… being in a situation like this. I remember being alone with no one but my imagination. I could feel the uncertainty and heavy worry on my shoulders again. Would I die again? Die with a life I had yet to live. It would be a sin to not finish what has been used. I could die now with no one knowing where I am. I don’t want that though. Struggle as I might in this cold and freezing hell, I could not move. I would rot here just like the cabin, I would be only a memory to haunt those who traverse through these mountains. I would be the warning sign for those to not fall victim to my mistakes. I closed my eyes and fell into a sleep with little to no time, I wanted this to be over. I wanted to go home.
Chapter 1: Draco: 1- the princess of storms awakensSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Prologue (Short) & Authors NotificationPrologue It was a campsite near the friendly national park petting zoo that just open recently. Curtain bus filled with young teens all getting off at a single line with bags in their grasp. Some look around in awe or disgust by the forest environment while others are either busy on their cellphones, talk to others or listen to their teachers. Two peoples stood at the front gates that are wide open, wishing them welcome and having a great time here. They had a nice time there except for few, but all an’ all it was good. Food was great, selectable food choices, all you can eat buffet! It was soon night and everyone when to sleep, could have if sounds of cries and screams throughout the camp didn’t kept everyone up. What occur, has made everyone freak out as everyone starts to change. They start to scream or wail in agony as their body shift and change; morgh to a more creature shape. Some turn into animals, some became mythical creature and lot turn to monsters! And non have been spared, except two. Watching from the side are the owners of the park. What they did is nothing but watch with sleazy, sinister grins. They erupt in green fire a bit before two black chitin bipeds stand before them, one has flared blazing hair while the other has freezing hair match to their own midsection on their stomach. It was nothing but a nest for a cauldron’s for witch's brew… * * * * * Will their stories be told where web of life begins, or fall with blood on cold stone… Choose your Path and see their own carve road ahead. Will you hear their tale? Author's Note This is a Role Playing Story where you who wants to join your own story as I craft it along. I Kye Belmont, will be your Story Master or Dungeon Master or whatever you like to call me, will be your guide while you guys, the Players, chooses your action of your characters or more likely you yourselves turn into Animals, Humanoid animals, mythical creatures, a two mix hybrid or pony character from Equis. But be warned, Death might happen to your characters if you're not careful, logics and non-logics will be in so don’t go getting cocky at thinking it can’t happen buster! So, choose wisely and no, there's no backstory for your new forms except for their strengths and weaknesses. Also this is also in mature so [Sex] and [Gore] can happen.
