Outer Body

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ "Be willing to be a beginner every single morning."

Meister Eckhart

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Prologue: When Life drops you Uncaringly


Crystal-blue eyes shot open, followed by confusion as her eyes swept over the looming trees. There was a peaceful silence where she could hear the chirps of the birds, the crawling of the insects and the hurried footsteps of other animals. Her confusion increased and she leaned upwards, observing her surroundings with furrowed brows.

"...where the hell am I?"

This was neither her bed nor her room. It didn't even remotely look like her backyard or the woods near her house. Questions arose but no answers came up. Replaying yesterday's event, she came up blank and unsatisfied. She hadn't done a single thing, opting to stay cooped up in her room and read a book near her fireplace. There was no work, which meant no one to bother her.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she froze in fear, feeling no nose but rather a wide and short snout. Her breathing became frantic and she observed the rest of her body, her eyes widening with each second.

Instead of a human body, she found short arms with three-fingered paws, large hind legs and strange paws instead of normal, human feet. Minutes ticked by as her shock-induced state prevented anything from happening, but that soon dissolved into nothingness when suddenly a long, thin and pink tail appeared in her view, an avoid tip at the end of it.

A blood-gurgling scream tore from her lips and she lost consciousness from this nightmare, hoping to God that once she woke up things would start to become normal.

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Unfortunately, her nightmare didn't end and she woke up, screaming and cursing everything around her. Her breathing loud and ragged as her eyes swept everywhere, trying to find a solution for this madness.

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she started slapping herself back to reality, wishing herself back to her human body. Confused words spilt from her lips and she crumbled against a tree, curling up in a ball as weak cries left her bruised lips. She had bit them so hard until she tasted nothing but copper. Violent shivers wreaked her body and she was unable to stand up, and neither did she care, when she heard a loud creak of broken twigs, followed by hushed whispers. Though her entire body froze when she heard their words, despair and horror squeezing her heart.

"Holy fuck?!" One of them, obviously male from the sound of it, cursed, "Is that what I think it is?!"

More gleeful chuckles followed thereafter and another shiver of fear coursed through her body. Her mind shouting at her to get the hell out of there, her instinct urging her to fucking move.

The ground trembled slightly from their silt footsteps, trying not to startle her.

Shooting upwards, she deflected one of them and avoided another desperate grab. Her breathing became laboured and her increasing desperation was pushed back as her instincts took over. Her paws stumbled when she twirled out of another attempt at capturing her, her face hitting the ground violently. She could taste more blood, pained whimpers escaping her lips.

Grubby hands trapped her and she protested vehemently, her paws dangling uselessly in the air. Pleads for help echoed throughout the forest, but nothing appeared. No shining knight in armour. No one to save her. Alone and captured by some unfamiliar men in an unknown place while looking like some pink freak was not her cup of tea. Snarling at them, she started using her claws, watching with a pleased expression as trails of blood rolled down the cheeks of the menacing-looking man. Her pink tails swished back and forth, hitting the man furiously as her growls echoed through the forest.

"Don't let it escape!"

She cried out in pain when something heavy bludgeoned her head, followed by some sticky liquid, knowing for sure that her head was bleeding. Her vision was attacked by dark spots and unconsciousness was trying to encase her. She fought tooth and nails, using everything in her power to escape these mad men.

That was when everything changed- the air became tense and oppressed, an eerie quietness overtaking the entire forest as harsh winds swept over them. Black clouds blocked the sun, violent rain showers following thereafter. Thunder rumbled loudly, bolts of lightning hitting trees without any remorse.

Furious shouts tore through her lips and out of nowhere all the men were violently bulldozed through trees, leaving her gaping in shock. Her eyes flickered to her glowing hands, a pink aura wrapped around her paws. Looking back at her attackers, she could see that they were bleeding profusely. Some of them weren't even breathing. Her breath hitched in her throat and she swallowed heavily, wide eyes searching. For what, she didn't know...

"...what kind of freak am I?" She whispered fearfully as her eyes moved back to the unconscious men. Or corpses.

Triangular ears perked up when she heard more voices storming towards this place. Without another word, she tumbled forward, wanting to escape this nightmare. Only through sheer stubbornness did she even get away from them before she succumbed to darkness in a hidden tree trunk. Her only wish was that no one would be able to find her there until she recuperated. Tired, injured and scared, she fell in a deep slumber as her body curled up in a protective ball.

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She awoke to the feeling of having been used as a punching bag. Her head throbbed, almost to the point of bursting open. Groaning weakly, she massaged her head and scrunched her nose when her fingers touched a dried substance, probably her blood. Tiredly, she looked around and inspected her secret base. Luck had been on her side when she had stumbled inside of the tree. Thankfully, no one had found her. Not even those poachers or whatever they were called. According to their reaction, she must have been transformed into some kind of expensive-looking creature. After racking her brains for all the animals that she knew, she couldn't think of a pink-coloured creature with a long tail.

It only left her with a pounding migraine. And millions of questions.

Glaring hatefully at the monstrosity known as her body, she wondered for the umpteenth time that day if she was in a coma or something. No matter what she tried, she couldn't get out of this never-ending nightmare.

She had pinched her arm several times, increasing the pressure as panic overtook her once again. Whatever this was, nightmare or not, in here her head was bleeding and pain was coursing throughout her body. She could feel, see, hear, smell and touch. Hope was diminishing with each second as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. No matter her dry, puffy eyes, she kept crying while whispering for help.

...still no answer came forth and she was forced to accept her fate.

What use was there anymore in this despicable life, looking like some clownish freak with a goddamned tail. Who would even accept her? The only people who wanted her were dead set on capturing her and do God knows what with her hide, fur or whatever.

Sighing quietly, her shoulders slumped down, "What's left to live for...?"

She felt so defeated, feeling no hope whatsoever to get back to her real body. Who would even be able to help her?

Another sob escaped though her lips and she clenched her fist, wincing as the pain from her head wound increased. Another reminder where her hopes were shattered, reality rearing its ugly head. Her stormy, blue eye burned with a vengeance as she tried to think of a culprit. Who would do this to her?

Lips curling up in distaste, she forced her legs to carry her weight, ignoring the dizziness and black spots as she tumbled outside the tree trunk. Her fingers almost slipped when another bout of dizziness blurred her vision, tot the point of rendering her sightless. Swallowing heavily, she waited a few minutes as her vision trickled back to normalcy. That head wound of hers was dangerous and if she wanted to recover than she would have to find some help. But where the fuck would she find help in this godforsaken forest?

She wanted to scream, cry and cuss out everything but even that was starting to become repetitive. So many tears had been spilt and nothing had come from it. Why bother anymore? So, she settled for glaring at her surrounding, hoping to burn this place down. The only reason that she was willing to continue living, was to find the person who fucked her body up and perhaps find a solution for this supernatural transformation. Though murderous thoughts circled in her head and with another vicious smirk, she continued her path, hoping to find a river or someone willing to help. Someone who wouldn't attack or capture her...

With each step, agony coursed through her body. She ached everywhere and her head was on the verge of exploding but she endured. Her hate-filled mind and stubbornness pushed her beyond her abilities. It wasn't until she heard the sound of a streaming river that her heart skipped a beat, a tiny smile lighting her sour look. Pushing the bushes aside, she walked carefully towards the stream where she could clean up her wounds. No incoming danger near her but it wouldn't hurt to remain cautious.

By the time she arrived at her destination, her legs buckled down and she crumbled on the ground, closing her eyes when another searing pain shot through her body. Her fingers clawed against the ground as blackness blocked her sight once again.

"Fuck."

Shuddering breaths left her bruised lips as her suffering vanished for the umpteenth time that day. With that out of the way, she plunged her paws in the water and was about to clean her head wound- there was no other solution but this, no matter how unhygienic it was.

Her hands ceased moving when she saw something otherworldly.

Her eyes bulged out when she looked at her reflection, seeing something that she had never thought to be real. Horror and shock bitch-slapped her in the face again, leaving her a hyper-ventilating mess as her thoughts tried to find a solution for this. Anything. This couldn't be real, no matter what her rational mind was trying to convince her. She refused to believe this childish notion and started hitting her reflection, cursing her appearances out.

Why in Gods name was she turned into a fucking Mew of all things?!