September 27th, 2015 at 04:40am
It was an absolutely miserable day. Once upon a time, rain would have been a minor inconvenience to Saffrin. Nay, only a true storm could be considered as such. A gentle storm such as the one that surged overhead at this moment would have been less than that. It would have been life for the forest and all who occupied it, a rumble to lull him to sleep, a bare annoyance if the wind buffeted too hard or the rain fell too heavily. Now though... all thanks to that damn witch, even the smallest rain was horrible.
Saffrin felt soaked to the bone. There were no longer scales to protect him, and the flimsy cloth humans wore afforded him little to no protection either. Those very clothes stuck to him all over now, along with his hair. He had two feet, soft and sore, and he was practically up to his waist in mud and filth. No scales, no fangs, no claws... he walked on two feet, had soft pink skin and hair... hair. The smallest of thorns drew blood, and misery came so easily. This body was so picky about what he did to take care of it. There were foods it wouldn't accept, and attempting to hunt was an exercise in temper.
So far, he'd only been stuck in this human form for a few months, as far as he could tell, but they had been the worst few months of his life. That damn witch had cursed him and run, and now he was stuck wandering the forests in an attempt to find her. It would have been easier had he had his usual eyesight, hearing, ability to scent... any of his superior traits he had known all his life. Even with crippling blow that witch had dealt him though, he was determined that he would find her and make her change him back.
But that was not an immediate problem. It should have been, but this damn weak body kept interfering, and Saffrin knew he needed to get out of the rain. The trees did not make the best shelter and were filled with nasty creatures that tried to attack him besides, so he had to try to find something else. A cave was ideal. He'd stayed in many caves in the past, before the witch had changed him, and they had served him well since, provided they weren't occupied. The only problem was that he had been looking for just such a thing for... hell, he didn't know. It was so difficult to tell time.
Thankfully, luck seemed to be with him in however small a capacity. After some indeterminable amount of time, Saffrin stumbled upon what he had been searching for for so long. Weaving around trees, he walked over the autumn leaves that littered the ground. He'd almost gotten used to the crunching they made underfoot, though now the sound made was almost squishy, all soft and pliable. And the cave... as he came closer and closer to it, he couldn't help but notice some sort of light seemed to be flickering along the walls near the entrance, though he couldn't yet see far enough inside that he could see the light's source.
And despite that the light likely meant the cave was already occupied, he'd searched too long to pass it by.