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ShadowWolf: add {{author tag}}

2009-02-16T00:29:21Z

add {{author tag}}

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JonBuck at 07:31, 15 April 2008

2008-04-15T07:31:07Z

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Bryan: Category:Illustrated stories

2008-03-27T16:41:26Z

Category:Illustrated stories

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Bryan: add drop cap to put some visual interest into the beginning of the story too

2007-09-01T09:08:53Z

add drop cap to put some visual interest into the beginning of the story too

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	By the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.		{{dropcap\|B}}y the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.

	"Um... hello?" I called out at last, and got absolute silence in reply. Not an echo, not even a twittering of birds... just a faint sigh of wind through the trees. This was starting to ''seriously'' creep me out, the silence was far from natural. No forest I'd ever been in had lacked the sounds of wildlife so totally.		"Um... hello?" I called out at last, and got absolute silence in reply. Not an echo, not even a twittering of birds... just a faint sigh of wind through the trees. This was starting to ''seriously'' creep me out, the silence was far from natural. No forest I'd ever been in had lacked the sounds of wildlife so totally.

Bryan: add another section separator at the second sleep point

2007-08-31T05:46:58Z

add another section separator at the second sleep point

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	Even so, it took at least an hour for my twitching ears to at last calm themselves enough for me to sleep soundly.		Even so, it took at least an hour for my twitching ears to at last calm themselves enough for me to sleep soundly.

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	I woke up just as slowly the next morning. Nestled in that comfortable mossy hollow with the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, and the scent of an approaching spring rain shower making the air heavy and moist was all very relaxing. It kept me in a sort of half-awake trance, really; just lying there with my senses alert but without much in the way of conscious thought in my mind.		I woke up just as slowly the next morning. Nestled in that comfortable mossy hollow with the rustle of the breeze in the leaves, and the scent of an approaching spring rain shower making the air heavy and moist was all very relaxing. It kept me in a sort of half-awake trance, really; just lying there with my senses alert but without much in the way of conscious thought in my mind.

Bryan: float image left, since it's facing the other way compared to the others

2007-08-31T04:40:51Z

float image left, since it's facing the other way compared to the others

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	I sat bolt upright with a startled bellow and stared down at my arm, and the rest of my naked body. My skin was entirely covered with short, dense brown hair. ''All'' of it! I pawed at my chest, frantically searching for any underlying alterations of structure that it might signify; previously, only my new feet and facial features had had a pelt like this. But I couldn't see or feel any this time, I seemed to have remained human underneath it all. Small compensation. What had caused the change this time?		I sat bolt upright with a startled bellow and stared down at my arm, and the rest of my naked body. My skin was entirely covered with short, dense brown hair. ''All'' of it! I pawed at my chest, frantically searching for any underlying alterations of structure that it might signify; previously, only my new feet and facial features had had a pelt like this. But I couldn't see or feel any this time, I seemed to have remained human underneath it all. Small compensation. What had caused the change this time?

	[[Image:Forest Life 3.jpg\|~~right~~]]		[[Image:Forest Life 3.jpg\|left]]

	Glancing at the drying clothing spread out beside me on the stone, I groaned and shook my head as the realization sunk in. Just as I had 'needed' hooves when I lost my shoes, whatever was doing this to me must have decided I 'needed' fur when I'd 'lost' my clothes. It took every opening it could find to make me more and more like an animal. Surging angrily to my feet, I yelped in surprise at an unexpected sharp tug at the base of my spine. I peered over my shoulder as best as far as I could, I was surprised all over again to see a somewhat stubby ''tail'' growing out of it. It flicked reflexively erect at that emotion, flashing the pure white patch of fur on my rump that had been concealed under it. "Gah!" What did I 'need' ''that'' for? A place to put leftover fur that hadn't fit elsewhere?		Glancing at the drying clothing spread out beside me on the stone, I groaned and shook my head as the realization sunk in. Just as I had 'needed' hooves when I lost my shoes, whatever was doing this to me must have decided I 'needed' fur when I'd 'lost' my clothes. It took every opening it could find to make me more and more like an animal. Surging angrily to my feet, I yelped in surprise at an unexpected sharp tug at the base of my spine. I peered over my shoulder as best as far as I could, I was surprised all over again to see a somewhat stubby ''tail'' growing out of it. It flicked reflexively erect at that emotion, flashing the pure white patch of fur on my rump that had been concealed under it. "Gah!" What did I 'need' ''that'' for? A place to put leftover fur that hadn't fit elsewhere?

Bryan: Adding images by Ian Williams, who is awesome.

2007-08-31T04:24:35Z

Adding images by Ian Williams, who is awesome.

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	By the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.		By the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.
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	Bracing myself against the tree I had come to rest against, I wearily pushed myself back up to my feet. The soreness was rapidly fading from my muscles, faster than I had feared, but I was still pretty shaky and uncertain on my feet. I had lost my shoes at some point, too, I realized abruptly as I felt the grass on my feet, and I groaned at the thought of how sore my feet were going to be after this was all over. I reached down to rub one of them in anticipation.		Bracing myself against the tree I had come to rest against, I wearily pushed myself back up to my feet. The soreness was rapidly fading from my muscles, faster than I had feared, but I was still pretty shaky and uncertain on my feet. I had lost my shoes at some point, too, I realized abruptly as I felt the grass on my feet, and I groaned at the thought of how sore my feet were going to be after this was all over. I reached down to rub one of them in anticipation.

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	I stopped, frozen with one hand on my raised foot, and stared. Then I sighed. "I ''thought'' the ground felt odd," I muttered as I let go and slowly lowered the cloven hoof that had replaced my toes back to the grass. The skin above it was covered in a fine coat of short hair, of a texture similar to that on my new ears, but from the ankle up my legs seemed otherwise unchanged. I shifted my weight gingerly back and forth from foot to foot, or rather from hoof to hoof; my achilles tendons kept wanting to tighten, raising me up to stand on my toes. I could force my heels back to the ground again, but it felt oddly uncomfortable to do so; the naturally tendency seemed to be to stand like some sort of ballerina. Sighing again, I let go of the tree and took a couple of tentative steps to check my balance. It seemed to have adapted automatically to my new gait.		I stopped, frozen with one hand on my raised foot, and stared. Then I sighed. "I ''thought'' the ground felt odd," I muttered as I let go and slowly lowered the cloven hoof that had replaced my toes back to the grass. The skin above it was covered in a fine coat of short hair, of a texture similar to that on my new ears, but from the ankle up my legs seemed otherwise unchanged. I shifted my weight gingerly back and forth from foot to foot, or rather from hoof to hoof; my achilles tendons kept wanting to tighten, raising me up to stand on my toes. I could force my heels back to the ground again, but it felt oddly uncomfortable to do so; the naturally tendency seemed to be to stand like some sort of ballerina. Sighing again, I let go of the tree and took a couple of tentative steps to check my balance. It seemed to have adapted automatically to my new gait.
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	I also took the opportunity, as I knelt by the water to drink, to check my reflection. With the sun so near to zenith only the dark outline of my head was discernable in the water's surface, but that was more than enough; I thought that perhaps my ears had grown even more since they had first changed, though perhaps that was just my imagination looking too hard for change. Sighing, as I seemed to be doing so often of late, I leaned down and swallowed a few half-hearted mouthfuls of water. Then I leaned back, squatting with weary alertness on my raised heels, and idly licked away the droplets of water clinging to the tip of my nose.		I also took the opportunity, as I knelt by the water to drink, to check my reflection. With the sun so near to zenith only the dark outline of my head was discernable in the water's surface, but that was more than enough; I thought that perhaps my ears had grown even more since they had first changed, though perhaps that was just my imagination looking too hard for change. Sighing, as I seemed to be doing so often of late, I leaned down and swallowed a few half-hearted mouthfuls of water. Then I leaned back, squatting with weary alertness on my raised heels, and idly licked away the droplets of water clinging to the tip of my nose.

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	I froze, ears perked in an expression of almost comical surprise, and then I carefully leaned back over the water to examine my face again. Shadowing myself from the reflected sky with my hands, I could see that there was indeed something else different about me now; my nose had changed, becoming broad and black with a lighter marking across its flattened bridge. I slowly extended my tongue and licked it again, snorting at the shock and the tickle. ''my tongue isn't normally that long either, is it?'' I asked myself silently as I ran a fingertip over the leathery pad of skin covering the blunt end of my nose, tracing the edges of my large animalistic nostrils. The bridge of my nose was now covered with the same short hair that was present on my other new features, too, and when I crossed my eyes I could plainly see how my lower face projected outward from my head farther than it used to.		I froze, ears perked in an expression of almost comical surprise, and then I carefully leaned back over the water to examine my face again. Shadowing myself from the reflected sky with my hands, I could see that there was indeed something else different about me now; my nose had changed, becoming broad and black with a lighter marking across its flattened bridge. I slowly extended my tongue and licked it again, snorting at the shock and the tickle. ''my tongue isn't normally that long either, is it?'' I asked myself silently as I ran a fingertip over the leathery pad of skin covering the blunt end of my nose, tracing the edges of my large animalistic nostrils. The bridge of my nose was now covered with the same short hair that was present on my other new features, too, and when I crossed my eyes I could plainly see how my lower face projected outward from my head farther than it used to.
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	I emerged from my inadequate shelter, blinking in the sudden light and inhaling deeply through my nose. The rain had made this world seem even more fresh and vibrant than ever, the scents and colors renewed without even having been faded to begin with. I couldn't help but smile slightly, or at least try to curve my altered lips in the approximation of one. "Ith good tho be aliff," I sighed.		I emerged from my inadequate shelter, blinking in the sudden light and inhaling deeply through my nose. The rain had made this world seem even more fresh and vibrant than ever, the scents and colors renewed without even having been faded to begin with. I couldn't help but smile slightly, or at least try to curve my altered lips in the approximation of one. "Ith good tho be aliff," I sighed.

	My vocal cords had been left intact by the changes to my face yesterday, but my diction had certainly suffered; I sighed, slightly deflated again, realizing that it hadn't got any better after a night's rest. But I didn't let that keep me down for long. The soaking I'd got, while not exactly pleasant, had refreshed me a fair amount as well; I'd been hiking through the woods for two days in the same set of clothing, after all, and I'd begun to get rather filthy. Now that I was already soaked, I took the opportunity to strip to my underwear and rinse myself off in a nearby stream slightly swollen from the rain. It also gave me the opportunity to do my most thorough self-examination yet, and I was relieved to note that other than my face and feet there was still nothing different from what I remembered.		My vocal cords had been left intact by the changes to my face yesterday but my diction had certainly suffered; I sighed, slightly deflated again, realizing that it hadn't got any better after a night's rest. But I didn't let that keep me down for long. The soaking I'd got, while not exactly pleasant, had refreshed me a fair amount as well; I'd been hiking through the woods for two days in the same set of clothing, after all, and I'd begun to get rather filthy. Now that I was already soaked, I took the opportunity to strip to my underwear and rinse myself off in a nearby stream slightly swollen from the rain. It also gave me the opportunity to do my most thorough self-examination yet, and I was relieved to note that other than my face and feet there was still nothing different from what I remembered.

	Taking my sodden clothing with me, too damp to do much good right now against the cold, I walked naked through the empty forest to a nearby meadow that I'd passed through yesterday. The ground was thankfully not too soft in this area, or my hooves would have sunk and stuck quite easily; as it was, the mossy peat squished wetly between my cloven toes with every step. It would be a while before I felt like doing much travelling today. Indeed, when I finally got out to the direct sunlight and grassy soil of the meadow, I decided to wait right there until everything was dry again.		Taking my sodden clothing with me, too damp to do much good right now against the cold, I walked naked through the empty forest to a nearby meadow that I'd passed through yesterday. The ground was thankfully not too soft in this area, or my hooves would have sunk and stuck quite easily; as it was, the mossy peat squished wetly between my cloven toes with every step. It would be a while before I felt like doing much travelling today. Indeed, when I finally got out to the direct sunlight and grassy soil of the meadow, I decided to wait right there until everything was dry again.
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	I sat bolt upright with a startled bellow and stared down at my arm, and the rest of my naked body. My skin was entirely covered with short, dense brown hair. ''All'' of it! I pawed at my chest, frantically searching for any underlying alterations of structure that it might signify; previously, only my new feet and facial features had had a pelt like this. But I couldn't see or feel any this time, I seemed to have remained human underneath it all. Small compensation. What had caused the change this time?		I sat bolt upright with a startled bellow and stared down at my arm, and the rest of my naked body. My skin was entirely covered with short, dense brown hair. ''All'' of it! I pawed at my chest, frantically searching for any underlying alterations of structure that it might signify; previously, only my new feet and facial features had had a pelt like this. But I couldn't see or feel any this time, I seemed to have remained human underneath it all. Small compensation. What had caused the change this time?

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	Glancing at the drying clothing spread out beside me on the stone, I groaned and shook my head as the realization sunk in. Just as I had 'needed' hooves when I lost my shoes, whatever was doing this to me must have decided I 'needed' fur when I'd 'lost' my clothes. It took every opening it could find to make me more and more like an animal. Surging angrily to my feet, I yelped in surprise at an unexpected sharp tug at the base of my spine. I peered over my shoulder as best as far as I could, I was surprised all over again to see a somewhat stubby ''tail'' growing out of it. It flicked reflexively erect at that emotion, flashing the pure white patch of fur on my rump that had been concealed under it. "Gah!" What did I 'need' ''that'' for? A place to put leftover fur that hadn't fit elsewhere?		Glancing at the drying clothing spread out beside me on the stone, I groaned and shook my head as the realization sunk in. Just as I had 'needed' hooves when I lost my shoes, whatever was doing this to me must have decided I 'needed' fur when I'd 'lost' my clothes. It took every opening it could find to make me more and more like an animal. Surging angrily to my feet, I yelped in surprise at an unexpected sharp tug at the base of my spine. I peered over my shoulder as best as far as I could, I was surprised all over again to see a somewhat stubby ''tail'' growing out of it. It flicked reflexively erect at that emotion, flashing the pure white patch of fur on my rump that had been concealed under it. "Gah!" What did I 'need' ''that'' for? A place to put leftover fur that hadn't fit elsewhere?
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	Too comfortable. I froze, the ripples dissipating, and stared into the reflections of my deep, brown, inhuman eyes as the realization slowly dawned. I wasn't on my hands and knees any more, at some point I had straightened my arms and legs without noticing it. But my rump wasn't sticking up in the air, my spine felt straight and parallel to the ground, and the tip of my muzzle was somehow still down at water level despite the height of my shoulders...		Too comfortable. I froze, the ripples dissipating, and stared into the reflections of my deep, brown, inhuman eyes as the realization slowly dawned. I wasn't on my hands and knees any more, at some point I had straightened my arms and legs without noticing it. But my rump wasn't sticking up in the air, my spine felt straight and parallel to the ground, and the tip of my muzzle was somehow still down at water level despite the height of my shoulders...

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	I lifted my head, now mounted on the end of a much longer and more flexible neck than before, and looked back at myself with rising horror. I was standing on all fours... on all four ''legs''. Looking down again, I saw that my fingers had been replaced with cloven hooves much like the ones that tipped my toes. Attempting to clench my fists caused them to flex slightly, almost making me stumble forward into the pond but nothing more.		I lifted my head, now mounted on the end of a much longer and more flexible neck than before, and looked back at myself with rising horror. I was standing on all fours... on all four ''legs''. Looking down again, I saw that my fingers had been replaced with cloven hooves much like the ones that tipped my toes. Attempting to clench my fists caused them to flex slightly, almost making me stumble forward into the pond but nothing more.
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	At last. They looked just as I'd left them, complete with scratches and dents from my battering. But what drew my attention were the people; there were ''three'' this time, huddled in a small group only a few steps away. All three were women, dressed in business attire as I had been, and I thought I had seen at least one of them before in my building... it was a little hard to tell, since they had all begun transforming already. Noses, ears, hooves, and fur on most visible patches of bare skin; the local spirits weren't taking it slowly this time. One already had forehooves instead of hands, and from the way she leaned on her companions was obviously having trouble standing upright. Naturally, they were terrified.		At last. They looked just as I'd left them, complete with scratches and dents from my battering. But what drew my attention were the people; there were ''three'' this time, huddled in a small group only a few steps away. All three were women, dressed in business attire as I had been, and I thought I had seen at least one of them before in my building... it was a little hard to tell, since they had all begun transforming already. Noses, ears, hooves, and fur on most visible patches of bare skin; the local spirits weren't taking it slowly this time. One already had forehooves instead of hands, and from the way she leaned on her companions was obviously having trouble standing upright. Naturally, they were terrified.

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	Watched them from behind a screen of leaves and branches for a few minutes, listening in as they tried frantically to figure out what was happening to them. I realized that I had to figure out some way to tell them the truth, to spare them what I'd gone through. If only I could still ''talk''... with nothing better coming to mind I tried thinking at them instead, as I had done to communicate with the tree spirits.		Watched them from behind a screen of leaves and branches for a few minutes, listening in as they tried frantically to figure out what was happening to them. I realized that I had to figure out some way to tell them the truth, to spare them what I'd gone through. If only I could still ''talk''... with nothing better coming to mind I tried thinking at them instead, as I had done to communicate with the tree spirits.

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2007-08-29T06:26:54Z

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	It was a scary thing to contemplate, being eaten by some wild predator in the wilderness, nobody even knowing where to find my bones... I didn't fall asleep easily. The gentle wind kept stirring rustles in the foliage, and when there wasn't that the silence was so deep that it almost brought forth auditory hallucinations to fill the void. I was just glad that there was a nearly-full moon, and the stars were bright; the night was not nearly as dark as I'd feared. Eventually the fatigue began to overcome the fear, and the rustling of wind in the trees gradually changed from fearful to soothing; I slowly drifted off into a light slumber. It all seemed so relaxing now, once I had forgotten to be afraid...		It was a scary thing to contemplate, being eaten by some wild predator in the wilderness, nobody even knowing where to find my bones... I didn't fall asleep easily. The gentle wind kept stirring rustles in the foliage, and when there wasn't that the silence was so deep that it almost brought forth auditory hallucinations to fill the void. I was just glad that there was a nearly-full moon, and the stars were bright; the night was not nearly as dark as I'd feared. Eventually the fatigue began to overcome the fear, and the rustling of wind in the trees gradually changed from fearful to soothing; I slowly drifted off into a light slumber. It all seemed so relaxing now, once I had forgotten to be afraid...

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	The next morning, I woke up hungry and terribly sore from sleeping wedged between tree branches like that. I groaned and carefully managed to climb back down to the ground, stretching each muscle to try to work the innumerable kinks out. I felt terrible. But at least I also felt rested; I'd somehow managed to pull off a full night's sleep. Amazing.		The next morning, I woke up hungry and terribly sore from sleeping wedged between tree branches like that. I groaned and carefully managed to climb back down to the ground, stretching each muscle to try to work the innumerable kinks out. I felt terrible. But at least I also felt rested; I'd somehow managed to pull off a full night's sleep. Amazing.
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	''Yeah,'' I thought at her, eliciting another startled flinch. ''And I've got some things to tell you. You'd better sit down... but don't worry. Whatever happens, you're not alone here.'' And neither was I.		''Yeah,'' I thought at her, eliciting another startled flinch. ''And I've got some things to tell you. You'd better sit down... but don't worry. Whatever happens, you're not alone here.'' And neither was I.

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Bryan: Category:Animal

2007-08-07T04:21:16Z

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Bryan at 02:45, 30 July 2007

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	By the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.		By the time I realized I was not on the seventh floor of the Weston and Sons offices, as I'd expected, the elevator doors had already closed firmly behind me... and there were definitely no call buttons in the bark next to them. Yes, bark. I looked around in total stupefaction; somehow, the elevator had dropped me off in the middle of a freaking ''forest''. I had been so distracted that I hadn't noticed ''this''... sheesh.
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