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WILD THING YOU MAKE MY HEART SING

Who: Whoever!
What: Catch-all log for Animel Shenanigans
When: All week, June 28th - July whenever
Where: All over the place
Warnings: Animels

((HERE BY POPULAR DEMAND...a catch-all log for any and all body horror week shenanigans. Feel free to use this log for whatever you desire. Want to thread out your dude's transformation? This log is for you. Want to thread out your dude coping with being an entirely different species? This log is also for you. Want your dude to run around being a wild animel? You guessed it--this log is for you. Just remember to label all of your threads with location/date and TAG YOUR DUDES.))

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One morning, as Byrne was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous mole. Oh. Well that complicates things just a bit.

Wait.

This was not like anything Byrne had ever known, and when he woke up, he realized that he was very much not the Lokomo he had been born as. He wouldn't scream or freak out, but when he looked in the mirror and saw that his face was very much that of some kind of mole. Actually, his vision had changed a bit and he seemed even more sensitive to light, now that he thought about it. Moles lived in darkness, didn't they? Damn.

Surprising now nonchalant Byrne was about this whole thing. He moved along with the motions, acquiring a pair of sunglasses, putting on a robe... and that's it. He didn't want to leave his room. He was a god damned mole.

For the first day, he might have stayed indoors, staying out of sight, staying in the darkness. The second day he would have tried to do some research, even venturing outside. But he stayed in the darkness mostly. God forbid anyone recognized him like this...

Well well, look what we have here. Another overgrown mole who thinks he can walk all over another overgrown mole's turf as freely as he chooses? Think again, buster.

Mondo sensed him before he saw him. Mole senses, you know? Ever since the third day of his unsightly transformation, Mondo had eschewed the sight he was so accustomed to relying on for the world his other senses showed him. Before you know it, he was feeling things he could never see with his eyes, like the way the ground vibrates when someone approaches or the finest textures present in a rocky tunnel or a tree's leafy branch. His world became aromas instead of colors, sounds instead of shapes.

Not that he couldn't see period. He could barely make out the sizable figure in the dusky light, but he could definitely sense the same moleness that was his own, trespassing near his "Sanctuary" (read: near the saunas) no less, and it sent him reeling into territorial aggression. He had no right to be here. He'd show him who was the tougher mole who rightly belonged here!

With that, Mondo made his slow approach, at full height with claws extended to appear as threatening as possible. "Hey, you. Last chance to split and get outta my territory. You don't belong around here, and if you got any problems with that, you're gonna have to fight me about it."

Edited (updated info) 2013-07-08 06:45 (UTC)

On the third day of Byrne's condition, he was beginning to figure out these mole senses. His sight had diminished rapidly and he found he couldn't rely on it as much. Of course he tried, hence the sunglasses, but it was hard to really see.

But he could feel. He could sense those around him, sense other species, feel the tremors of the ground. He could burrow in the ground and dig through it - it felt strangely good and familiar. Better than staying in his room.

Until he sensed another large mole. A person-mole. Whatever he was. There was another one. This thing was taller than Byrne was at the moment, sporting giant claws. Oh.

"And what gives you the right to call it your territory?" he countered, folding his mole arms.

"Why else? Cause I claimed it as mine, that's why!" He sharpened those diggers against one another imposingly, baring his pointy teeth.

Had he been human and locked into a more rational state of mind (as rational as Mondo normally got when he was pissed, anyway, which wasn't much), it was possible he would have waited a beat longer before tearing into his opponent if he wanted to call the fight fair, maybe add a few challenging lines here and there to really work it into a satisfying beatdown. But he had lost his care to the complete takeover of instinctual virulence, and now was not the time to be playing games. He bore down on all fours and ripped right into Byrne, sinking his teeth into his neck to hold him still while he slashed away at his side and belly.

As a man who constantly sought power, who thrived on sparring, of course Byrne knew his place, knew when it was time to fight. And as a mole thing, he probably would have preferred not to fight, seeing as this body was not his own. This wasn't the weapon he was so familiar with - this was the body of a rodent.

But right away, his instincts knew that this was a fight or flight situation. He shouldn't have made that comment, but ah, it was in his nature. He was Byrne. Powerful. Bowing down to no one.

But then there were teeth in his neck. He squirmed under the pressure, slashing up at the large body atop him with his claws harshly. His life was in danger, and he wasn't going to die. No. No no no! Not like this! Not at some pathetic school while in the body of a mole! This was ridiculous!

"Get... off me... you rabid... bastard!" He hissed these words as he fought back.

Mondo didn't have a way to respond with his jaws clamped down like that. He used them more as a saw-toothed peg than a carving knife and let his claws do most of the work. From this vantage point, he hacked mercilessly at whatever spot Byrne left vulnerable for him, enough to make him drip blood. The warmth was welcome on his paws, and the thrill of devastating his opponent was made greater when he felt Byrne's own claws swipe against his chest. That type of pain was nothing to him, especially not when he was caught up in this rush of adrenaline.

Byrne was swiping rapidly against his opponent. Oh goddesses, he couldn't die like this. He was one of the most powerful fighters, of a powerful race. And now by chance he had been turned into a god damned mole, about to be killed by another one. Another more skilled mole who was probably rabid, merely because Byrne dared to venture into this territory.

He was losing blood rapidly, growing weaker. No... no, this couldn't be it. He couldn't die like this.

With a spike of adrenaline, his last stronghold, his claws thrust themselves harshly into the enemy's abdomen, perhaps piercing internal organs, perhaps not. It didn't matter, as long as Byrne could get away and live.

This blow driven by the will to survive was a powerful one, and the crazed mole on top of Byrne released his clinch with a shriek, tumbling away from the other man-turned-mole and flopping onto his back. Feeling vulnerable like that, this compromising position only lasted for a flash of a second before he twisted over onto all fours again, shocked by the stabbing pain in his gut. Viscous warmth reeking of iron gushed out of the puncture wound in quick drips. Shakily, he rose onto his hind legs.

Feeling his life force rapidly leaving him, he put his newly awakened PSI powers to use and performed Lifeup α. His mortal injuries seemed to just melt away...

Finally, Byrne had the upper hand for the moment! He wasn't going to die!

He backed away as soon as the other man-mole tumbled away, unclenching that deep bite from the neck. And Byrne leaned in for another swipe with the claws, only to realize... magic. Ah, magic. Of course. This mole could cast magic. Then, could Byrne use magic?

Of course he could. Why did he assume that his powers had been lost with this new form?

He wanted to run, but now he actually had some vigor in him to fight. So he put his two hands together, forming a large ball of dark energy before he fired it in the other moleman's direction.

The projectile collided with its target, sending Mondo flying backwards a few yards upon impact. He was stunned for a few moments before collecting himself back on his toes. So he wasn't the only mole around here with magical powers... He had a way to negate this issue. He cast another move, producing a shield that would protect him from PSI, or theoretically, attacks of the same spectral nature.

"Just try that shit again! I fucking dare you!"

The playing field had been somewhat evened, Byrne supposed. He wasn't a Lokomo fighting a human, but a anthropomorphic mole fighting another anthropomorphic mole. And there was magic. A worthy opponent, perhaps? Well, Byrne might have reveled in a chance to fight a worthy opponent had he been in his real body, but now he was still wary, still afraid that he didn't know exactly how to control these movements.

After knocking the other mole down, Byrne would have normally taken this opportunity to launch his gauntlet out and rip into his opponent, but then he realized he was not wearing it. The damned thing couldn't come even close to fitting on this body. But now he had to rely on his magic.

But he knew that kind of taunt. Knew that the opponent had a trick up his sleeve of some sort. And if Byrne was not lost in the heat of battle at the moment, perhaps he would have run. But now all he could do was take the bait, stepping forward and charging up another orb of dark magic before firing it once more.

The missile shot forth but was swallowed by the shield, dissipating into it harmlessly. Mondo "Mole"'s teeth spread into a self-satisfied grin. Then, he bolted for his opponent to tear into him again ruthlessly.

Of course. Byrne had a sneaking suspicion that it would happen, but he had acted on impulse, having no other way at the moment. That savage grin on the mole's face just sent a slight chill through Byrne's spine. He was going to die if he didn't do something.

Byrne was able to sidestep out of the way of his opponent's lunge. Would he be a coward if he ran? Perhaps. As big of a coward as he was when he left Hyrule. But ah... this wasn't fair. This wasn't his body. He hadn't spent over a century training himself in this form.

Quickly, he burrowed himself into the ground, furiously digging through dirt in an effort to scramble away. Coward. What a coward he was. And the other could probably catch up if he was good enough.

Just digging underground wasn't enough for him- he wanted to make damn well sure he was gone and out. That's why he dove straight after him to give him a final chomp at his heels to remind him never to trespass around here again- though he wound up getting a healthy lump of dirt and rocks lodged in his maw instead. Retracting, he began hacking it up in wet clumps.

That didn't go so well.

Byrne was too busy frantically escaping to witness the hilarious spectacle of his opponent hacking in clumps. But he could tell that he narrowly evaded one last swipe.

Still, he didn't stop moving for a while. His damned cowardice had taken hold of him once more and he kept moving, dirt finding its way in between his claws, in the cuticles. Had he been humanoid, this would have been considerably more difficult, but as it was he was relying purely on instinct. Sometimes it was easier, really.

Yeah, time to let him scram with his life intact. Triumphant despite the humiliating outcome of his attempted chase, he proudly returned to his own tunnels to get back to this Sanctuary guarding business. Oh yeah, he was an UNSTOPPABLE FORCE.

...and hungry. Damn, what a metabolism he had. Maybe he should go out hunting for prey, first...

And thus, our gripping tale of two moles comes to a close.

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WILD THING YOU MAKE MY HEART SING

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