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    Atticus was often tormented by nightmares, that's for sure but this time his rest was followed by something different.
    He had passed out in the medicine chalet after spending a whole night cleaning up and organizing herbs tidying things up one by one. With his eyes closed and body sprawled over the ground the dog would dream of a memory, one that didn't hurt.


    Before being deported in Japan, Attie and one of his comrades, Gustave, decided to camp in Montana to celebrate their success in the military. The Dalmatian was once actually smiling in his sleep. They had picked a beautiful spot up north and Gus had brought a rifle with him, the man had his hunting license and was eager to get his Virginian fellow a taste of moose, so Atticus accompanied him out in the bush to hunt. The two young soldiers came across partridge and deer but it took quite a while to come across the ideal big game and it was a glorious specimen.
    A huge bull with a dark coat and huge muscles, a male in the prime of his life. His rack, huge, his stature towering. Gus was quick with his shot, he took down the beast with ease, a true professional in the sport.
    Attie remembered feeling emotional as the animal died, he felt sorry for the creature and couldn't help but feel pain and naturally he wanted to honour the animal. Gustave however, didn't make fun of his companion like the other soldiers did, he let Attie pay his respects towards the animals before harvesting what was good.
    Moose meat was unique, Atticus was used to duck and partridge, but this game was tough and flavourful.
    He remembered Gus inviting him to camp out after the war once they came back to the states.
    After the war...


    Atticus woke up at the thought and heaved out a long sigh, his breath longer than he ever expected it to be. He lifted his head and felt it to be rather heavy and as he looked down he saw huge brown hooved limbs curled underneath him and naturally he was frightened and quickly the male scrambled into his legs only to see the huge brown furred limbs uncurling and pressing against the wooden floor to lift his body off the ground. Before he could react Attie's head slammed into the roof with a crackle and immediately he froze and shook. These were his legs! He was huge! He felt rather nauseous standing at such a towering level. Even as a human he was rather short and now he just felt like he was constantly going to fall.
    Once again the doctor tried to stand tall but the antlers upon his head hit the roof once again and he flinched at the sensation before looking at the door. He needed to get out of here!
    Crouched as low as he could the giant creature stumbled towards the door and kicked it open with a hoof and he attempted to walk through the exit but his antlers would slam into the edges of the doorframe with a loud crash.
    With a grunt of pain, the moose looked out the door to spot anyone in camp, calling out for aid:
    "Guys! I-I need help gettin' outta here!" The bull would call out with a low chuff as he shook some wood chips off his rack only to feel dizzy from the weight on his skull
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    I have my father's eyes | 4/14

    i think there's a fault in my code

    Henry had been out for the day, in the library studying. He was trying to learn about various military tactics and whatnot. While he disagreed with Negan taking over, he had to admit that he was right about Windclan needing to spend more time working on it's defenses. While things had been peaceful recently, there was no real guarantee that they would remain as such. He was just about to head home after his early morning, perhaps to eat some breakfast with his husband. They seemed to be growing apart recently and he wasn't entirely sure why. Well, perhaps that wasn't the truth. He knew that he'd hid from nearly everyone for the past few days but even now it felt as though they didn't really talk. It seemed odd, he thought that after the pups were born they'd be closer than ever but they only seemed to grow apart. He couldn't help but think it was his fault. He had let the clan slip from them and he was the one that wasn't strong enough to fight back. He felt horrible about all of it and he intended to apologize as soon as they got a moment alone.


    However, when he'd get to his chalet he would see a... moose? The scene quite confused the leader but he was quick to make his way over, looking up towards the creature. He was about to ask what a giant moose was doing in his house until he heard it speak. Atticus. The moose was Atticus. His eyes would widen slightly at the sight of his husband but he'd quickly begin to look at the door frame. "Oh, um, don't worry, love! I'm sure we'll find a way out of this. Perhaps you could just... charge the door? It will damage it but I'm sure we can find some way to rebuild it and get a bigger door. I suppose you won't fit in our bed now either..." He seemed a bit saddened by this, particularly the last bit. It felt like the only time they were really together was in the early hours of the morning or late in the night when Henry would press himself against his husband and cuddle with him until they fell asleep. It was rather nice. He supposed this couldn't be helped, though, and he had no desire to make Atticus feel bad about it. After all, he knew his husband was likely less than thrilled when he'd turned into a tiny deer with an unfortunate name.

    these voices won't leave me alone

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    [align=justify]This certainly wasn't a sight you saw everyday.


    It was just early in the morning when she heard a crash and a startled bellow for help. It sounded like... Attie. Curious and slightly alarmed, the black bear bounded up to the medic's house. Grass crunched underfoot as the black bear arrived and craned her head. Just in the door way was a moose, taller and large than she was, taking up the entire view of the door's frame.


    She just stared there, confused for a few precious moments.
    That's not Attie! She thought with alarm.


    Lusa listened carefully as Henry spoke. The confusion that coursed through her veins lessened and the crinkles in her face disappeared. Okay, maybe it was Attie. What had happened?


    "Do you know what brought this about?" The girl asked. The deputy seemed to be changing bodies like coats and it was frankly alarming, realizing she was going to have to keep up with his new change.


    "Oh. Ah... maybe turn your head sideways a bit? That could help." It was the least bit of advice she could offer. "Either that or you may have to completely break the frame. I'm sorry."


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    As he heard henry's voice Atticus would send a smile over to his husband's direction, always more than delighted to see the man even in situations such as this. He'd look at his little husband speak and then the moose's expression would suddenly drop at the suggestions being spoken of and he only felt more of a pang as he heard the final few words.
    Oh dear. He doesn't like this.
    The gigantic cervid bit his lower lip and let out a low sigh.
    "I-I don't really wanta break the frame." The male would say before bringing his attention onto Lusa and her words. Turn his head - yeah, that could work. Craning his neck over Attie would feel a great strain upon the muscles of his neck, his rack weighing him gown as he took a step forward and the tip of his antlers knocked the top of the doorframe. He let out a pained groan before bending his knees to crouch into a smaller position and with that he was capable of pulling his head through the doorframe, but the momentum that brought him forward only made him stumble completely outside and now that his legs could be outstretched into their full length, he was unable to regain his steps and so he toppled over into a clumsy mess of horns and legs.

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    I have my father's eyes | 4/14

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"


    Oliver arrived just in time to see Atticus splayed out on the ground, crumpled like a ragdoll. It took him a few moments to see Atticus' position, and inspect the slightly damaged door frame to piece together what had transpired. "Well, at least you're no longer stuck," he suggested with a grin. He couldn't blame the deputy -- whenever Oliver obtained a new form, he was also a little clumsy as he adjusted to the new size and appendages.


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    When you feel my heat
    Look into my eyes
    It’s where my demons hide
    It’s where my demons hide
    {Demons by Imagine Dragons}

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    YOU HAD A VISION THEY COULDN'T SEE, SO THEY PUT YOU DOWN...
    ❤ [color=white]— kate marsh — windclan + riverclan — winged pomaranian — tags

    [fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%][color=beige]Oh boy. This brought back a lot of memories from when Kate was stuck in a reindeer body (ironically during the most festive month of the year). It was a huge contrast to the rabbit body she had once been born in-- huge, clumsy, and no paws. She could imagine being a moose was even worse. "It's hard, but you'll get used to it, Atticus. It just takes times." She says in amusement to her coworker, unable to hide a tiny smirk.