Hotah:tahatan
Native American
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Post by Hotah:tahatan on Jul 1, 2016 5:33:11 GMT
For days Something had been disquieting Hotah:tahatan. He'd taken his bow to separate himself from the tribe. He knew with his contact with the 'white skins' he could easily have caught their diseases. Surely it was better then to be away from the tribe if his time of death was coming. He had done no hunting, instead once he'd deemed himself a distance away he'd sank into the bowl of an old pine tree. He could feel the burning heat racing through his veins as he let his head rest back. His eyes were unfocused.
A blinding pain shot through his body causing him to curl into a fetal position. "Sky...mother.... look after me..." he whispered in desperation. It hurt. A keen whine escaped his lips, a blackness rushing up on him. Slowly he fell into a heap, limbs sprawled akimbo. A blue glow was there beneath his almost fully closed eyes as his body started to change. Nose and mouth started to push forward into a muzzle, ears shifting up as his head flattened into a wolf shape. His upper arms shortened even as his forearm elongated. Dark black fur sprouted as his clothes were torn by the transformation.
Eventually all the was left was a large black wolf laying among the torn fragments of clothing.
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