A sudden realization of transformation hit him like a bolt from the blue. His gaze shifted sideways, revealing glimpses of his sides that his usual peripheral vision had only hinted at. The rich scents of the forest life surged into his nostrils, drawing in deep breaths as if even the act of walking demanded the kind of air typically reserved for strenuous activity.
The soft rustle of the wind through the branches and the ceaseless melody of birdsong filled his ears, which instinctively turned toward the source of the sounds. His hunched posture now felt like the only way he could ever exist, the notion of standing upright fading into a distant memory.
He glanced down at himself, noticing a chalky barrel chest clad in once-vibrant crimson garments now faded to a sickly yellow, while blue robes lay discarded in the mud near his strangely hoofed feet.
A sudden movement caught his attention, sending a jolt of alarm through his transformed being. With careful observation, he barely caught sight of a thick, furry tail swishing past his rounded backside; his body retained its ample form despite the astonishing changes unfolding.
A breeze brushed against his underbelly, accentuating his newfound, vulnerable nudity. The obvious truth loomed in his mind, yet acceptance eluded him, his thoughts spinning like a mill wheel caught in an endless cycle of confusion. He tossed his head in disbelief and snorted, trying to shake off this surreal nightmare or drunken vision; its persistence burned away any comforting illusions.
He turned to examine himself again, mouth agape in shock—he was no longer a man but a creature of the wild.
The legends of this forest were indeed real, and by some twist of fate or magic, he found himself not as a nobleman, but as a magnificent steed fit for nobility!
Today was a beautiful day, and it was nearly sad that Fi was currently traveling through a forest, only catching a glimpse of the warm sunlight through the density of the leaves above her head. She may be an elf, but she didn’t enjoy the forest more than other kinds of grounds. There were so many, so different from each other !
Today however, forest it was.
And alone. Currently, her goal was to join the village situated a few miles after the edge of the forest, and to decide what to do from there. It was rare for her to have a plan past a general idea, so it wasn’t unusual. Planning wasn’t fun, leaving no space for surprises.
And one quite big surprise was waiting for her.
Bushes and trees stopped abruptly as the elf entered a clearing, but that wasn’t what caught her attention, making her gasp loudly.
A magnificent horse was standing there.
Someone less distracted may have noticed the animal’s behavior was a little strange, or wonder about what a horse was doing in the middle of the forest, but Fi only thought about petting them and how to accomplish it.
Which didn’t mean a plan was worked on in her mind.
And as such, the horse could see a happy, screaming woman elf with adventurer outfit and short hair run towards them with the burning intent of petting the soft snout and pretty mane. Even her bag was unceremoniously thrown on the ground as she leaped forward.
It was her usual approach of most animals, and as one should expect, it nearly always made the animal run from her… Yet she didn’t seem to learn from her mistake.
And this horse was a really beautiful one, making it harder to resist her habit of rushing towards animals.