Private RP between VitanisMate and DGFone. RP summary here: viewtopic.php?f=101&t=16968
Frank groaned and opened his eyes. His head hurt tremendously. For a while, he didn't move, simply trying to understand why he felt so bad. He tried to remember:
He was flying alone in his single-engine plane. Then a freak storm came. He lost control... Frank groaned again. He had to get up and call for help. It was a miracle he was still alive, but now that was the least of his problems. Where the storm took him, he didn't know. He tried moving, but his body protested in pain. Come on. You need to get up! he told himself. He tried again, but all he managed to do was move his arm from under his body before he collapsed from the pain.
Breathing hard, Frank figured he might as well look around and try to figure out where he was. Raising his head, he looked. It was dark outside, clearly nighttime. Around him, he saw a few trees, mostly grass. Wait, why wasn't he in a trashed cockpit? If the seatbelt failed and broke on impact, and he was thrown out, it was amazing that he survived at all. Ignoring his pain, Frank looked behind him, and froze.
Where was the plane? There was no wreckage. No metal. It was then that he also realized that he couldn't see any city lights, not even on the horizon. The area was much flatter than the gentle, rolling California hills where he came from. And the storm could not have possibly have taken him far enough to remove him completely from civilization. And then take the plane with it...
What was wrong? Frank was begging to panic. So many things didn't make sense. When his other senses began to come back, he didn't feel right. His body... it felt different. Frank brought up an arm in front of his face, and froze for real this time. Instead of a human arm, mutilated or not, he saw a paw. Covered in fur. Like with a cat. Frank's eyes widened with fear.
"What's going on? Why am I-?" He asked no one in particular. Forgetting his pain, he got up and ran. A whole two feet before he lost his balance, stumbled, and fell over. He tried running like a human, on two feet. When Frank turned around to look at his body, he saw more fur. He was no longer a human...
"Why is my body not..." he couldn't talk anymore. He was confused, dazed, in pain, and lost. Not only physically, but he swore he was lost mentally as well. You don't switch species. It never happens. Not like this... Frank thought to himself. I must be dreaming. I'll wake up fine. Or badly hurt. But human. I am dreaming. he rationalized.
But the pain was too real. He was too aware of everything for it to be a dream. But it could still be one. It had to be.
Frank got one idea. He would run. He would pick a direction and run. Until he woke up. Slowly, he got up. At first, he again tired to get up on two legs, and promptly fell back down. Grimly, he got up on his four legs. Not two arms and legs, but simply four legs. No arms, no hands, no human features that he lived with.
Frank looked up at the sky. It still looked the same as the last time he got a good look at it. Light pollution from his home prevented all but the brightest stars from showing through. But he cheated by using stellar programs on his computer at home, along with the internet. How many times he bored his family to death by chattering about the VLA...
Frank looked down at the horizon. He saw something on the horizon. He got his direction. Not to run... Frank tried to move two legs at a time. He stumbled and fell. Getting up again, he tired not to think. Just move. Move like you always knew how to. To his surprise, Frank moved a few steps. But as soon as he tried to consciously find out what he was doing, he fell over again. Alright. Don't think about it and run. Run for the goal. Run for the morning! Frank took off running, still falling over very often, making him hurt even more than he already was. But he didn't care. He stopped thinking. Mind on the goal. Run.
Nala woke up when the lightning started. Sighing with annoyance, she tried to go back to sleep. But this was weird. Wan't it the dry season? There shouldn't be any storms now. Closing her eyes, she placed her head on Simba's mane, using it as a cushion. She will ask him or Rafiki about it tomorrow...