Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 3, 2008 20:10:44 GMT -5
I think you can see the reason if you just look at the purple text as to why this is PG-13. I do not censor Loreta. In Cases like this doubly so. It's really short, but the shorter the better, right?
Loreta woke up with an unusual start to the morning. She shook her head, a migraine threatening to start already. She gave a frustrated sigh as she rolled over in the bed to find her crunches. It was easier now that she had her biped form and didn't have to hope. It was weird though. She had heard someone saying something in her dreams hadn't she? Whatever.
With an annoyed groan, she slipped out of bed.
And found that she was standing on two legs.
Two... legs.
She looked down in complete and utter horror. Her heart almost stopped as she stared at what was very much attached to her body.
"FUCK!"
It was the only thought that came to her mind as she hurried to look at her bags. How was this possible? She frantically dismembered her bags to find nothing but her wallet and the empty sack. She cursed again and threw the empty bag across the room.
She looked down at the horrible leg that was attached to her. A hideous Lowlander leg. What sort of sick joke was this? Who thought it was funny to have a leg grafted on to her body while she slept? Loreta let out a horrible wail and fell to the floor crying. All the while she hoped that she was drunk or stone or some sort of something that wasn't reality. She didn't do drugs other than various alcohols.
She looked at it through her tear filled eyes. Oh Suits and Holy Things it was ROTTING. That was a whole new level of disgusting. It took all of the heron's will power not to heave what little food was in her stomach. Her whole body shuddered as she cried on the floor.
This really wasn't good at all. This was awful, this was impossible.
Then there was a heavy handed knock on the door. This was the usual inn she stayed in when she spent time in Corvistowne. They were cheap as dirt and she knew the owner thanks to her job. However, she wasn't about to answer the door with anything else but a sob. After a few more minutes of pounding, the door was unlocked with an unceremonious clanking. The owner of the inn walked in to see the heron on the floor.
The large Corvistowne biped canine stared in shock at the woman on the floor. "T-That's a Lowlander leg on ya! What happened?"
She just cried. It seemed appropriate to respond in such a manner.
The Corvistowneian walked over to her hastily and went to grab her by the shoulder. Instead he accidentally grabbed one of her wings.
And it popped off rather cleanly.
"Oh...." said the man not quite sure what to do. Awkward didn't begin to describe the situation.
---
"Sorry my husband did that to you, love. Quite accidental."
"I... know," Loreta said as she sniffed a bit. She took a sip of the coffee that was handed to her by the rather humble looking biped dressed in rather mismatched clothing. She sat down across the table from the heron with a small smile on her face.
"I bet you want to cover that thing, huh?"
"Yes." Loreta said as she took another sip of tea.
"Would you like some lovely leg warmers I made then? They're bright yellow, so I think they'll match your eyes and necklace." The woman said with a grin as she quickly scurried off to a closet.
Loreta was not thrillled. She just wanted this leg off and not her other limbs removable. Did she honestly deserve such a misrable fate? How the hell was this thing going to come off without a hack-saw? She refrained from whimpering as she watched the woman scurry back with two giant leg warmers.
At least they weren't as hideous as her leg, but they were pretty close.
Morning of Curses
Loreta woke up with an unusual start to the morning. She shook her head, a migraine threatening to start already. She gave a frustrated sigh as she rolled over in the bed to find her crunches. It was easier now that she had her biped form and didn't have to hope. It was weird though. She had heard someone saying something in her dreams hadn't she? Whatever.
With an annoyed groan, she slipped out of bed.
And found that she was standing on two legs.
Two... legs.
She looked down in complete and utter horror. Her heart almost stopped as she stared at what was very much attached to her body.
"FUCK!"
It was the only thought that came to her mind as she hurried to look at her bags. How was this possible? She frantically dismembered her bags to find nothing but her wallet and the empty sack. She cursed again and threw the empty bag across the room.
She looked down at the horrible leg that was attached to her. A hideous Lowlander leg. What sort of sick joke was this? Who thought it was funny to have a leg grafted on to her body while she slept? Loreta let out a horrible wail and fell to the floor crying. All the while she hoped that she was drunk or stone or some sort of something that wasn't reality. She didn't do drugs other than various alcohols.
She looked at it through her tear filled eyes. Oh Suits and Holy Things it was ROTTING. That was a whole new level of disgusting. It took all of the heron's will power not to heave what little food was in her stomach. Her whole body shuddered as she cried on the floor.
This really wasn't good at all. This was awful, this was impossible.
Then there was a heavy handed knock on the door. This was the usual inn she stayed in when she spent time in Corvistowne. They were cheap as dirt and she knew the owner thanks to her job. However, she wasn't about to answer the door with anything else but a sob. After a few more minutes of pounding, the door was unlocked with an unceremonious clanking. The owner of the inn walked in to see the heron on the floor.
The large Corvistowne biped canine stared in shock at the woman on the floor. "T-That's a Lowlander leg on ya! What happened?"
She just cried. It seemed appropriate to respond in such a manner.
The Corvistowneian walked over to her hastily and went to grab her by the shoulder. Instead he accidentally grabbed one of her wings.
And it popped off rather cleanly.
"Oh...." said the man not quite sure what to do. Awkward didn't begin to describe the situation.
---
"Sorry my husband did that to you, love. Quite accidental."
"I... know," Loreta said as she sniffed a bit. She took a sip of the coffee that was handed to her by the rather humble looking biped dressed in rather mismatched clothing. She sat down across the table from the heron with a small smile on her face.
"I bet you want to cover that thing, huh?"
"Yes." Loreta said as she took another sip of tea.
"Would you like some lovely leg warmers I made then? They're bright yellow, so I think they'll match your eyes and necklace." The woman said with a grin as she quickly scurried off to a closet.
Loreta was not thrillled. She just wanted this leg off and not her other limbs removable. Did she honestly deserve such a misrable fate? How the hell was this thing going to come off without a hack-saw? She refrained from whimpering as she watched the woman scurry back with two giant leg warmers.
At least they weren't as hideous as her leg, but they were pretty close.
