★ ★ ★ what the absolute hell. he had died. well, not really, considering he was currently stumbling towards the border. but he had died. nyria had scorched him alive and he had died yelling as the flames consumed his body. he had accepted it; it's what he deserves, after everything he's done, right? but then, he had opened his eyes in a foreign forest and his head was reeling. standing up had proved difficult, and his new legs shook.
a new body, and one so different from his original. gone were the long limbs and large ears. here stood a white and grey splotched ragdoll, fur fluffy and blue eyes bright. angular ears perked forward and swiveled back but didn't pick up much sound. calls of nearby birds seemed muted, and he could scarcely hear his own heartbeat. and, as he stumbled and fell and got acquainted with his new body, he realized something more. he was a she. his head hurt, either from the exhaustion that apparently comes with awakening after death, or the clashing thoughts in his mind.
there was the border, though. it seemed his sense of smell had heightened in place of his poor hearing. he bounded forward, managing to clear tree roots without getting too bruised up. "hello?! hello?!" he called, voice pitching louder than he thought possible, yet it sounded oh-so quiet to his own ears. "please! is anyone around?" he knew he was safe in the territory, this was his home, but he felt lost in it. his dainty paws carried him towards the camp, though it seemed so much further than before.