Everything has changed, including me.
Wednesday, 5 February 2014 18:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipI’m not dead. The ancestors and my tuunrat have protected me from death. I was bleeding out, when I started to get warm again. It was a firey eagle that I’d never seen, asking if I was lost. I figured now was not the time to be coy or clever, because maybe the spirit could help me, because otherwise I was going to die. I told it I’m lost, and looking for the way back to the Hidden Walk. The spirit told me I was there already, and I should just follow it out. I must have crawled for a day, trying to keep up with that spirit. Most of the time, I didn’t have anything but the light in the tunnel ahead of me to follow. Eventually, it lead out into a valley dominated by giant tree, where the spirit perched. There were some garou in there; I asked for help, but collapsed. They came over, moving like buzzing bees. I could barely understand them. I thought I recognized Slug, but I was so confused as to where the hell I was. Someone healed me, and then told me to take lupus so they could carry me somewhere before I passed out. Which is good: I passed out. I came to with considerable confusion.
Didn’t know where the fuck I was, or what happened. Fire-Dancer was there, but I didn’t recognize her at first. She sounded like she was stuck in slow time, but told me I made it back. Thank the grandmother. But I was gone… well over a year. I was stuck in that hell for over a year. A year in Flux. Honestly, it felt longer. I sniffed around, and found there was a fairly massive wyld magic effect in the room. It covered everything. I’m pretty damn sure it’s centred on me.
One thing I didn’t think to do while chewing off my tail is take stock of my form. Emma asked if I had noticed I was a woman. At first, I was pretty sure she was pulling a joke on me. I looked. No, not myself. I was missing my… yeah. And, was a woman. I don’t know how long I babbled at her while I tried to get a hold of that fact. It still feels like a lie. We talked about something – I don’t remember what – while I tried to wrap my head around that. That happened to that Talon murdering walker, and to the old Fianna Sept Alpha. Except she turned into a packmate of hers… Brian? I think. I forget the story. If Three Blades was here, I’d ask her for it.
I got the news from her, and Memory showed up. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention. Shock. Got a good look overmyself, and I was mostly healed up. The shoulder did scar, but I don’t think I’ll brag about that one. “Story Knives, tell the story of how Silvertip was so dumb he got himself stuck in Battlefield!” “Yes, it’s my favorite!” God.
The extra tail grew back. Mother. Fucker. I chewed the damn thing off, and think I made Memory nearly faint. It started healing again, though. I told them where I’d been (or, the rough sketch), and I went to get food. I’m… shorter. My arms are a little skinnier, too. Probably from a lack of food. Also, the, uh, chest. Nothing fits, I guess is my point. I’m going to need to grab the Cubs’ parka and fit one to me, so I have something.
I ate all I could, before time started slowing down again. Those two started moving like Hummingbird after too much of that tea he liked, and zipped off.
Later, Shifting Briar (god, her again) showed up. I didn’t need this. I tried to keep her from noticing the… body thing. But I think I’m smaller in this form, too. Anyhow, I mentioned the ‘look like a fucking metis’ problem to her (not that it’s not obvious), and she didn’t think I should mess with it. It’s not growing above her ass, I say. Talked her into ripping the damn thing off on the working hypothesis that maybe I couldn’t effect it myself. No luck, there.
She confirmed that I had a wyld effect hanging around me (like I needed confirmation), but started going on about taint. I pointed out she was an idiot (taint doesn’t work that way), and she seemed to settle down a little. I mentioned how I ended up in the, er, current state, and she hummed and hawed over that for so long that it’s not a wonder I didn’t die of old age in the process.
I don’t know why – maybe I was hoping a Fury might have some insight –but I mentioned the… other body issue. And then she opened her mouth, and let stupid words come out. Leave it to the kass’at to remind you how out of touch with the wolf they are. She said the grandmother was punishing me for sniffing her crotch when we met by making me look like a woman. I told her to take that back, or else. She being a girl was a ‘learning experience’ and maybe I’d appreciate women more or some crap like that.
I beat the living shit out of her in a proper challenge. Of the Furies, if Laura was still here, I’d go to her for advice. This whelp, on the other hand, doesn’t deserve to be among the numbers of the wolf people.
Didn’t know where the fuck I was, or what happened. Fire-Dancer was there, but I didn’t recognize her at first. She sounded like she was stuck in slow time, but told me I made it back. Thank the grandmother. But I was gone… well over a year. I was stuck in that hell for over a year. A year in Flux. Honestly, it felt longer. I sniffed around, and found there was a fairly massive wyld magic effect in the room. It covered everything. I’m pretty damn sure it’s centred on me.
One thing I didn’t think to do while chewing off my tail is take stock of my form. Emma asked if I had noticed I was a woman. At first, I was pretty sure she was pulling a joke on me. I looked. No, not myself. I was missing my… yeah. And, was a woman. I don’t know how long I babbled at her while I tried to get a hold of that fact. It still feels like a lie. We talked about something – I don’t remember what – while I tried to wrap my head around that. That happened to that Talon murdering walker, and to the old Fianna Sept Alpha. Except she turned into a packmate of hers… Brian? I think. I forget the story. If Three Blades was here, I’d ask her for it.
I got the news from her, and Memory showed up. Honestly, I wasn’t really paying attention. Shock. Got a good look overmyself, and I was mostly healed up. The shoulder did scar, but I don’t think I’ll brag about that one. “Story Knives, tell the story of how Silvertip was so dumb he got himself stuck in Battlefield!” “Yes, it’s my favorite!” God.
The extra tail grew back. Mother. Fucker. I chewed the damn thing off, and think I made Memory nearly faint. It started healing again, though. I told them where I’d been (or, the rough sketch), and I went to get food. I’m… shorter. My arms are a little skinnier, too. Probably from a lack of food. Also, the, uh, chest. Nothing fits, I guess is my point. I’m going to need to grab the Cubs’ parka and fit one to me, so I have something.
I ate all I could, before time started slowing down again. Those two started moving like Hummingbird after too much of that tea he liked, and zipped off.
Later, Shifting Briar (god, her again) showed up. I didn’t need this. I tried to keep her from noticing the… body thing. But I think I’m smaller in this form, too. Anyhow, I mentioned the ‘look like a fucking metis’ problem to her (not that it’s not obvious), and she didn’t think I should mess with it. It’s not growing above her ass, I say. Talked her into ripping the damn thing off on the working hypothesis that maybe I couldn’t effect it myself. No luck, there.
She confirmed that I had a wyld effect hanging around me (like I needed confirmation), but started going on about taint. I pointed out she was an idiot (taint doesn’t work that way), and she seemed to settle down a little. I mentioned how I ended up in the, er, current state, and she hummed and hawed over that for so long that it’s not a wonder I didn’t die of old age in the process.
I don’t know why – maybe I was hoping a Fury might have some insight –but I mentioned the… other body issue. And then she opened her mouth, and let stupid words come out. Leave it to the kass’at to remind you how out of touch with the wolf they are. She said the grandmother was punishing me for sniffing her crotch when we met by making me look like a woman. I told her to take that back, or else. She being a girl was a ‘learning experience’ and maybe I’d appreciate women more or some crap like that.
I beat the living shit out of her in a proper challenge. Of the Furies, if Laura was still here, I’d go to her for advice. This whelp, on the other hand, doesn’t deserve to be among the numbers of the wolf people.
