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Predators and Prey

Simo

Professional Watermelon Farmer
Nooooooo! I don't want to be something I'm not.

*tries to summon @SoL-JoS with a 2lb Snickers bar*

Oh, now, now! You'll make a fine skunk. Besides, once you are one, that argument will be invalid, because you'll be one.

Now...do you wanna be a striped or spotted skunk?

Maybe you can even spray mint scent...it'll be fun!!! :p
 

Simo

Professional Watermelon Farmer
Actually, here is a Minty Skunk:

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A Minty cheetah

~C H E E~
Oh, now, now! You'll make a fine skunk. Besides, once you are one, that argument will be invalid, because you'll be one.

Now...do you wanna be a striped or spotted skunk?

Maybe you can even spray mint scent...it'll be fun!!! :p
But I am chee at heart :(
 

FlannelFox

dem leggies
Having had my home flattened so often in in unprovoked attacks in the past I took the precaution of fitting a karmic retribution device to it....

*At a certain High Rise in Birb Borough*
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Oh, gosh. I didn't know that was your house TR... You're totally welcome to stay at my place until you get something built..
"Knight's log, April sixth:
I've a fork in the road before me.
On the one hand (paw?), by all rights I should be panicking. I'm a rat. I have no idea when or even if that will cease to be the case. I'm covered in fur. My ears protrude from my head (more). I have a tail. I'm still relearning the most basic of functions for living. Tomorrow, "courting season" begins. I should be horrified. Or at least weirded out.
On the other appendage, I'm not panicking. This is decidedly not all bad. There are some definite upsides. It turns out, physical affection is quite nice. Quite nice... I suspect I'll be far more respected as a budding cheese connoisseur now. I no longer feel eerily out of place amongst the furry population I now find myself living with. I didn't usually dare indulge myself in the childish play known as "fun", but...
Aren't humans the best species? Us humans certainly think it (even if we don't say so out loud). Hands were admittedly nice. No fur to groom was admittedly convenient. Walking upright did have a certain dignity to it.
At first, I was properly terrified. I was tricked! Swindled! Transformed into literal vermin by metaphorical vermin! If I could've snapped my fingers and undid this, I would have done so in a heartbeat, and been grateful for the opportunity.
But now, I find myself wondering: why not stay like this? It's not like I can't fulfill my duties as a good, noble, honorable knight. It's probably easy to get around most inconveniences: I can get a tiny hat and other gear made, learn how to fight again, learn to climb up stuff, and so on...
Am I crazy? Who would want to be a rat? That's just insane. ...right?
I mean, rats are practically the poster child for plague, disease, filth, and lowly living. Then again, skunks are the poster child for nasty stenches and yet now I know that's hardly accurate.
I must be losing my mind. No one is transformed and happy about it. If the maker intended you to be something else, he darn well could've had you born that thing. Yes, there's no debate: I must want to return to humanity. It's not like humans don't get physical affection or anything.
But there's an entire new world to explore! A world of two inch tall crevices I can now access, a world of yogurts and cheeses to experience for essentially the first time, a world of other rats who now call me one of their own...
I've gone mad, haven't I? Too much stress from the transformation undoubtedly sows the doubts I now experience. Yes, this doesn't stem from any logic. Yup. Soon, the potion will wear off. I'll just have some kind, trustworthy person lock me in a cage or something tomorrow. I'll revert to humanity, remember to never ever consume anything I can't trust, and this will all blow over and be as though it never occurred...
That's what I should want, right?
Right."

...No, no, this is far too personal for official logs. *tears paper out of book* No reader would be interested in my own internal struggle.
*re-reads what I wrote*
*tears it to shreds with claws and teeth*
Gosh that's embarrassing. I hope no one saw that. Let's try this again, shall we?

"Knight's log, April sixth:
I've but 24 hours left on the clock, so I intend to make my move today. @metatherat's potions have consistently done what they were supposed to do, so they can probably be trusted, once. The issue with just asking for a cure is that the alchemist himself cannot be trusted. Thus, I intend to take some sort of cure or reversion potion without his knowledge. Spying on and/or following him should be infinitely easier now that there is 97% less of me to detect. If these logs end here, I probably was killed in an unfortunate alchemist stash explosion. Or perhaps just got caught."

That's more like it. Cold, hard facts and truth. No stupid emotional spins.

*closes book dramatically*

Now to lie in wait for the alchemist himself.

This is tuggin' at my heartstrings Ari! Why'd you tear it up? ;-;
Do what's in your heart little friend! And if that's being a lil rat, live it to its fullest potential!!

Not lonely. Just the lone chee in here, as in the only.
You may be the only chee, but you're not the only one with those speedy legs anymore! :p

No, don' cry!
*Hugs Simo*
 
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