LUCKY ONE : open, body change

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    So why, pray, did he wake up in a different body? His brown eyes blinked open groggily, and the first thing he noticed was that he was most definitely not a leopard.


    The male yelped, leaping to his paws and backing up rapidly, his whole body feeling clumsy and unfamiliar. It wasn't something that could go unnoticed for a while - he was shorter, he was slimmer, and he was stronger. Alistair wasn't sure what sort of power had bestowed this upon him, but whatever it was, it felt strange.


    Once an African leopard, Ali was now a Golden Retriever - make no mistake, he was still a Warden, with Warden's blood running through his veins, but his body had drastically altered, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that.


    " Maker's breath, what happened? "


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    The wolfdog snorted, offering him nothing more than an exasperated sigh. "Obviously, your body decided it was time for something new." This was a normal thing for the witch, as she shifted bodies every few days. Not that she knew how or why his body changed, it was obvious that it did.


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    [abbr= "morrigan" - female - one year, two months - advisor of boneclan - very extreme - no capture/maim/kill - fc is morrigan from dragon age ]tags[/abbr] - [abbr=the sight, telepathy, conjuration, flower prints, shapeshifting, scent manip, emotion manip, invisibility, ghostmode ]powers[/abbr] - [abbr= scar from being stabbed on her right flank (near her hip), various small scars ]injuries[/abbr]

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    Maybe Iceshattered should have been happy over this body swape since this meant Alistair no longer was an tempting meal for him in that previously sexy body of his which should have been perfect concidering he wa shis own clanmate. But the fact was that the Ghoul felt very annoyed over it, not liking it at all. It was like your favorite food in the whole world suddenly looked awful, that was how he saw this situation like. Twitching his whiskers in disgust and disapproval the Bandit eyes cast an cold glare down upon the now Golden retriver. Oh god, he smelled awful as well. " What happend was that you are now in a new body, how wonderful for you " He spoke through cold sarcasm. This sudden personelity shift most look odd for them concidering they not knew his true intentions on how he had looked at Alistair. But really now, in normal cases this was how he was supposed to be, cold,sarcastic, rude, whatever. Iceshattered was not an harmless person.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; ][justify][size=8]"Whoa, look at you!" Mac's eyes widened, "quite the change, there." MacCready was pretty sure he had no powers, no magic, nothing. He was pleased with that idea, too. No powers came with no unexpected body changes or power malfunctions. Honestly he felt safer without the magic. That didn't mean he didn't think it was rad as fuck, because no one could say that certain powers weren't the coolest things ever; it reminded him of his comics, in a way.


    Looking at Ali's reaction just added more the MacCready's optimism over not having powers. It would be the other way around for Mac of course, he already was a dog, but he couldn't imagine waking up and suddenly finding yourself like that with no signs of it before. Oof.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]A harsh breath escaped his throat, and Alistair shook himself out. Lyrium. He wanted to drown himself in lyrium. He'd never actually taken it, but supposedly, it smelled of burnt ozone. That would be preferable to the dog he could smell. He didn't really hate dogs, even if they'd had an odd relationship throughout the years, but he didn't want to be one.


    " That's not fair! " he whined at Morrigan. " Turn me back! I know you know how. You do this sort of thing all the time. " he grumped at the mage, before turning, irritably, to Iceshattered. " I'm going to turn back. Somehow. I liked being a leopard! I felt ... great. " having been born and raised a leopard, suddenly being a canine was odd. His face was too long! His legs were too thin! Everything was ...


    Alistair frowned.


    He glanced to MacCready, then, eyes widening as well. " I know! Isn't it strange? Hey - you're a dog. How am I meant to ... act? What do I do? How do I walk properly? " walking still felt strange with thinner, longer legs (at least, in proportion to his main body), and he wasnt sure how Mac did it with such ease.


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    "Oh...I gonna assume this is an accident. No worries, being a canine is great, I think," Angryangel said as he trotted up. He didn't know Alistair as a leopard but he now recognized him as a golden retriever. In fact, his retriever body reminded him of an old friend (and a dead friend) and former guardian back from Windclan: the sunshiny Ritsu. The Russian tundra wolf came near to the group gathered with his eyes glowing faintly in amusement as he watched the proportionally and bodyily confused Alistair.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; ][justify][size=8]Mac let out a loud laugh at his questioning. He seemed so concerned, so utterly lost on how he was supposed to manage in this new body of his. Maybe MacCready felt a little bad for Alistair, but regardless it was pretty amusing to see his frantically whining at everyone for help. How was one supposed to answer that, anyways? I should write a book. Beginner Shapeshifter's Guide to Being A Canine by Your Friendly Neighbourhood Dog, MacCready.


    "Don't overthink it, man," Mac smirked, "baby steps. And whether that's literally or figuratively is up to you."
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    "Sta, just because she can shape shift doesn't mean she going to teach you," Marvelpaw hummed, of course he was referring to Moriggan when he said that. Perhaps she was a with or something and that was why Alistair seemed to blame - perhaps not directly though - the situation on Morrigan. A sudden grin seemed to tip the tigers lips upward "Perhaps your feeling a little ruff Sta?" Marvelpaw immediately began to chuckle at his own on, though something told him he was the only one who found it quite so entertaining.
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