[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#00003b]when he awoke, he was not a maltese tiger; that body was in the corner, limp, unbreathing. he was not a serval, either- that body was also in the corner, limp, unbreathing. and he was not a wolf- that body was also in the corner, limp, unbreathing. no, he was a white fronted capuchin monkey, twin kali sticks gripped in a prehensile tail; how unusual. he had fallen asleep in his tiger body... private nightpaw tried to return to it, but he couldn't, the connection unresponsive. he tried to jump into his serval body, his wolf body- nothing. the male frowned, then, dropping his kali sticks and pivoting to pick them back up in each hand.
he was stuck.
ah, well.
he liked this body, its flexibility. the capuchin monkey then exited his room, wandering along on his hind legs.