THERE'S A HOLE IN MY SOUL
Fadingnova / Colouredclan / Demiboy / Reincarnation of a dead star
It was a cool day with a chilly breeze whipping it's way through colourtown, combated by the warm air rising from the large lake down below. Fadingnova was napping and trying to soak up the last of the warm sun before the cold winter air would start to set in, and despite the chilly breeze he didnt feel terribly cold thanks to it. He was still healing from the battle. His wounds had scabbed over, but they were still stiff when he moved. Then there was the topic of his shoulder. After the battle it had taken a couple tries at resetting it before it didn't pop back out of socket again, but it was still terribly sore. He was hoping the warm sun would help, but still when he moved the dull pain would flare up again. Fadingnova winced as he took a deep breath, trying to keep his injured shoulder still. Eventually though he managed to falk asleep and forget about te pain for a time.
Eventually the male woke back up from his snooze. The sun was already getting lower in the sky and would set soon and the world would once again be cold and dark. But nova loved the early winter night, he had more time with the stars. He stood up and streatched, opening his maw wide with a yawn before he stopped mid way. He realized he didn't feel the pull of his healing wounds, or the dull aching pain of his shoulder. "What?" His eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and fear as he gathered himself up to stand. He felt smaller too, and his fur wasn't as thick as before. Nova lowered his gaze to look at his much smaller paws that now were a dark brown almost black. And they didn't hold the stars they had before. He twisted himself around, trying to view the rest of his body, and what he saw was very different from what he was used to.
Nova was no longer the tall almosroundnd lanky kitsune he had once been, now he was a small, compact belgian malinois. His fur was a dark fawn sable, which boasted rich dark browns, blscks, and lighter browns and greys, and his face was the darkest of it all. He weighed only 60 lbs now, but his body rippled with agile muscles. He took a moment to admire himself before allowing q smirk to play across his dark muzzle. He would miss the stars, but he did like this body. It was much.ore practical the the walking freak show he was before.