Waking Up Again
Again you woke in the dark woods. Your eyes darted around in the darkness. Was this the dream? Or was this reality?
Your mind felt like it was jumping through fiery hoops, trying to avoid the flames of insanity that licked dangerously close. Percy was still fast asleep beside you, and somehow seeing her gave you some sense of relief. She was the only one who knew what you felt; the only one you could talk to. You decided that you would protect her and use that goal as your anchor to reality, to your sanity.
You couldn't sleep anymore, so you left the shelter to forage around the woods. Your bouncing breasts became too much of an annoyance to handle anymore, however, and so you decided to first find something to use as a makeshift brassiere. You found some thick, tough grass and wove several strands together; then, you found several large leaves which you placed over your breasts, then tied the grass-rope around your chest tightly to hold them into place. You hopped forward and the bounce was finally gone.
Continuing on, you unconsciously prowled through the forest as though you were stalking prey. You felt your mind shifting, changing, and you allowed your thoughts to slip away and focus on feeling rather than thinking. The way you felt the ground beneath your claws and the wind against your fur. For now, accepting this more primal side of you allowed you to escape the torment of ARCADIA.
You tried your best to get used to this new form, skulking through the darkness as if this was your own territory. In the back of your mind, though, there was always a thought nagging you:
Can you ever return to your true, human form?
If not, perhaps you could grow accustomed to this new form after all...and perhaps one day you could even exact vengeance on the ones who subjected you to this fate. The future remained to be seen, but you knew that, at least, you'd always have Percy to count on and keep you grounded.
You continued to map out the areas of the marsh in your mind in hopes that this information would be of use to Percy, and once you grew tired of that, you began to hunt again. Hunting and stalking prey gave you a rush, a sense of pleasure that you never could have imagined; you felt light on your feet and powerful whenever you gave chase to a fleeing animal.
These were your woods now, and everything that lived there was your prey.
Written by Merieth on 08 June 2018
