Friend or Foe 3.0

[Goblin Cat 😸]

PLEASE READ THE OOC BEFORE POSTING.
http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=12304.0

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Waking up, she was immediately shocked by the fact that she seemed to be looking in two different directions. The second thing she seemed to notice, is that she was no longer in her room. Her silky red-orange blankets were gone, as well as her oriental comforter. Everything seemed old, broken down, and dusty. Looking down, she caught a glimpse of her hands, and jumped. Not only were they colored in dark gray and orange scales, but it seemed that she also had three fingers and two thumbs. She held them out in front of her to get a better view focusing with all her might to keep her eyes looking in one spot, and bent all of her fingers in a somewhat quick test run to see if she wasn't hallucinating. Sure enough, they reacted, confirming that it was real. She ran her fingers along her soft scales, enjoying it and remembering how it used to feel when she ran her fingers on her snake.

She felt her fingers running along her arm, too. The scales were on her arm it seemed. She took a deep breath. "This has got to be one vivid dream.." Taking in more of her surroundings, she noticed a mirror in the corner, across from the door. Reaching down, she pushed off the ragged tatters of a cover, sending dust spiraling into the beams of sunlight that shone through what seemed to be a boarded up window and stood. She coughed a few times in an attempt to wave it away, and headed to the covered mirror. She almost fell when something curled around her leg, scaring the life out of her. Looking closer, it was a tail with two yellow bands around the end of it. She scratched her head curiously, taking a deep breath before closing her eyes and snatching the veil from the covered mirror. Peering closer, she wiped her eyes... She seemed to be Romei. Her own character... "This can't be real." Shocked, she stumbled back onto the floor, just staring in disbelief.

[Brooklyn K. Grey]

    Sunlight poured in an open window, the warm rays heating the ragged covers the male lay under to a degree he couldn't take any longer. Grumbling, he rolled over and much to his surprise hit the floor with a harsh thud.

    "What the hell...?" He mumbled, brushing himself off groggily, his sleep-drenched mind trying to figure out where the other foot or so of space on his bed went, when an unusual sensation itched its way into consciousness. Why did everything smell so decrepit? Curiosity overwhelmed his sore body shakily climbed to his knees, grabbing on to the bed for support with his...paws?
     "No way...no way, no way, no way!" He whispered, looking down at the feral paws gripping the bed side with ease. Erratic questions assailed his mind as he continued to stand, slowly taking in his surroundings...and his new self.

      The room was decorated in a way that screamed Middle Ages, and not in the good way. Moth-eaten garments lay on an old table in-front of the bed, made from cloth that was nowhere near as comfortable as his basketball shorts he was wearing before.  He groaned at the realization that he was not in Kansas, or in fact, the United States anymore. Everything about his old life had disappeared as fast as his comfortable pajamas, leaving him in the middle of God-knows-where with nothing but some rags.

      Frustration was on the verge of kicking in when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a large piece of dusty glass laying haphazardly in the corner. Canine eyes and muzzle stared back, mirroring his astonished gaze as he continued stare in mixed horror and excitement. Mane.....tail.....even the thorn-like tattoos that adorned his lower body like a rite-of-passage ritual into his world. He knew what, more specifically who, he was now. He was Mordecai, his fursona he had created one day as he scavenged through art sites on the internet.

      "Maybe this place has some perks after all...." He grinned, finishing his examination of the changes while silently musing on how in the world any of this could be real.

[Srgntcuddles]

Reno slept soundly, until he woke up on the floor. He managed to roll off his bed. He sat up on the floor, groggy and still half asleep. He yawned and started to crawl back into bed. Though a tiny spider was staring him in the face. He froze, just looking at it in his half asleep state. As soon as he realized it was a spider, it might as well have shouted "Boo!". Reno shot to his feet and backed to a wall, which knocked over a table. He turned to the table, over looking a small mirror hung on the wall. "Oops, wait...Where'd that come from?" He then noticed his clothing, it was not what he went to sleep in. It was very worn cloth clothing. Grabbing at it he noticed another new feature he hadn't went to sleep with. He had paws..."What the?!" He frantically looked at his hands. He looked at them, steadily raising them until he saw the mirror on the other side of them. He saw his face, white fur, orange spot and long rabbit ears. "Woah, the 'ell is this? Wait a sec, 'oly 'ell! I'm Irish!" Reno felt his new found face and body. "I'm a rabbit! And I'm soft! I'M CUDDLY!!"

[Chrono Blackwyng]

He felt something was very wrong when he started to stir. He was nowhere in his room or house, and there were no coverings on his body except a pair of pants. He partially contemplated being violated in his sleep, but forgot that notion when he could feel only having three fingers on each hand. He started to get up until he felt something tickle somewhere behind him. He spun around a few times until noticing he had a tail, and could see it and the entire room clearly without the aid of eyeware.

"I really hope I'm not awake... I need to be-" He jumped for a moment when he saw a red glint in a window that didn't seem to go away. He treaded closer and closer until realizing it wasn't a window, but a mirror mostly covered in a tattered old tarp. He slowly took the rest of it off and his recently extended jaw dropped as he stood as to what he always wanted Chrono to look like, but could never replicate on paper. While I hope this is a dream that I won't forget, I really need a referance image for her to draw... he mused before squeezing his muscles to see if they were really, yea, they are compressed. "I should not be feeling this... but this strength feels great!!" he mumbled as he looked around the room, and back to the body of his most powerful fursona.

[Advica]

She didn't want to open her eyes; something wasn't right. The smell....it was different from her room, where her room smelled like pine this place had an old, decayed odor. She continued to lie there, hoping to wake from this strange dream, finally she gave in and opened her eyes only to find that her suspicions were correct. She was no longer in her small but cozy bedroom, instead she was in a dank, poorly lit room. Sitting up, she began to run her hands through her hair as she always did - only to find that her shoulder length hair was missing, replaced by short bristled fur . Scared and confused, she looked down at her body, but it wasn't hers. She had a slender tiger's body with orange and black fur, she even had a tail. "Have I become Jinx, my fursona?" she thought. "This can't be real."

[Gabag]

Felodran screamed as the zombies continued to engorge themselves on his flesh. Their claws easily penetrated the coat of fur, and the meat beneath as they feasted upon his entrails. His screaming died down as he died, and then arose as another member of the ranks of the undead.

Felodran shot upwards in bed in a cold sweat. That blasted zombie nightmare found him... AGAIN! He quieted his hyperventilating and took a look around his room.
"Wait a minute... where's my poster of Carmine headshotting a sniper?" He asked aloud as he stared at the blank and to be frank ugly wall directly in front of him. Carefully and slowly he stood up, and found his footing ... different. He looked down and saw paws of a lynx.
He screamed and thought a lynx had come to eat him, but then realized it was just his own feet, which still disturbed him greatly.
He found a mirror sitting on a nightstand and held it up to his face.


Felodran screamed again, this time as much in shock as in surprise.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

After a few moments, she shakily got up after a couple of unsuccessful times. It seemed harder to balance with a tail, and it kept curling around things like her legs, which made her jump every time. She didn't scream, but she always had the tendency to have the short, silent gasp to accompany her jerks. She looked around again, this time at the door. Reaching down she grabbed the doorknob, still getting used to having two thumbs when a thought shot across her mind. But what's out there if I look like this? She shook her head and looked down. Usually she would have felt nervous about walking out into a strange place in the nude, but she was a big lizard. There wasn't really anything showing, and well, lizards ran around in the nude in nature, right?

Pulling on the door, it creaked open, and the silence of the room seemed to give way to a bustling street. She closed the door. She looked down to see that her scales seemed a little darker. "Oh great. Not only am I Romei, but seems zhat since I'm a chameleon, I vear my heart on my sleeve somevhat." She growled, then her eyes got wide as she heard her own voice. It was more masculine than she remembered and it had a German accent. "Oh vhatever." She pushed the door open again, this time stepping out into the same dingy alleyway that had greeted her before. She looked to her right to see loads and loads of anthropomorphic wolves and foxes, everything seemed to be from the canine family. She chucked to herself, "Vell it's not a short fall from zhe furry fandom." She continued, ducking down behind some of the old broken crates in the alleyway to observe.

It was a square. A square where it looked like vendors were set up. She looked behind her to see that where she had emerged from seemed to be a condemned Inn, and she noticed that there was a new and improved version of it in the square. She thought to herself, I swear, this looks like something I've seen in a video game... Not only was there an Inn, but there was a blacksmith's shop, a baker, a place where clothes and armor alike was sold, and everything else that was depicted in her games that kept a medieval town operating, even down to the cobblestone roads and the fountain in the center. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, it was almost surreal until something touched her on her shoulder. This time, she yelped and darted out into the square, only to realize that it was her tail again. She shook her head, not realizing that a lot of the folk had stopped their activities to take a look at her. She was the only scaly thing for miles it seemed.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

He started walking around, quickly getting used to his tail as he had enough dogs and cats in his life to know how it works. The only problem was sitting down since he had a new appendage to deal with. He searched the room for anything like a shirt or tunic, but only found a pair of finger-less gloves in a broken chest. When he slipped them on, he speculated he was probably given these as the finger holes fit snugly over his talons. He flexed his newly dressed talons before heading to the door with the expectation of eiher ending up in a hallway or out on the street.

However he felt a sinking feeling as he opened the door and stepped out onto, nothing. He quickly pulled his foot back and saw that he was in one of the few rooms that didn't collapse with the rest of the ruined building. He felt the slight anticipation of impact as he jumped out of the room and rapidly soared over the tinder-covered ground and quickly headed towards the street. He hit the street rolling and was able to look up as the building finally seemed to fall down completely. Either my jump was the final push, or I was lucky I got out when I did. he mused as he got up and brushed himself off.

This was when he realized how far away from his reality he truly was. He was in a town that was populated by anthromorphs of seemingly only mammalian race, which some of them took time away from their current job to stare at him with a different emotion on their faces, none of them a rather pleasant execept for a few who seemed to be only attracted to his reptilian features. He started making his way out of town until he spotted a chameleon, then stopped only to be visually obstructed by  two 'old man' felines that seemed to have their hands on a handle of what was assumed to be generic piece of sharpened metal. "I don't want trouble good-" he stopped talking as his voice sounded a few shades deeper than before, and had a slight hint of authority. The voice seemed to throw off the cats for a few moments, long enough for him to get around the two and head towards the chameleon. The coloration of the chameleon was getting more and more familiar as he got a better look at what he could only identify as Romei. He wondered if the person behind Romei, Mortis, was in the same situation.

It couldn't just be me in this situation, it can't!

[Brooklyn K. Grey]

        After finishing his narcissistic indulgence, the hybrid carefully stretched and made cautious steps around the room to test his maneuverability. Everything seemed so much more fluid, but it also took that much more work to do ordinary actions. All the while, he mused about the strange stirring that lingered just beyond the reach of his conscious. It was that stirring that prompted him to put the rags on for the moment, until 'we' could find something much more appropriate.

       The pants and shirt were itchy and uncomfortable, but they fit well enough for moderate flexibility. He made one last self-criticism in the shard of glass before reaching a hesitant paw outward to pull the door open. But before he could, an shock ran through his body that caused him to step back from the door. The lingering sentiment hanging on the edge of his conscious was outraged at the timid gesture. He was Mordecai, and Mordecai took charge with no second thoughts.

       Swearing at his own naivety, he came to the somewhat disconcerting realization that in becoming Mordecai, he had acquired all his personality traits and instincts as well. He grabbed the door and pulled it back with a bit more force than necessary, stepping into the bright sunlight and roar of common society.

       "Well, well. What do we have here?" He mumbled under his breath, eyes moving around to scour the scene for details. But all he could gather from them was that the scaley citizens standing in the center of the town square were oddities, at least that's what the suspicion and surprise in their eyes read.

       "Since when have I been able to read people?" He thought with a measure of uncertainty, though he was reassured by the feeling of approval radiating from the sentiment. He was learning.

[Gabag]

Felodran could see in the dark room as if there was a huge light on, but when he looked around, there was only a small crack of light actually creeping in. He slapped his head, as he remembered an Animal Channel special on Cats. Needless to say, it was strange being able to see everything that would've remained unseen if he still had human eyes. His tail swished around and hit his legs, and it felt quite awkward. "Sitting down would be a pain too..." he said to himself, noting how his voice was altered to be like what he imagined Felodran's.

He had that slightly arrogant tone of someone who knew a lot more then most people should, but Felodran was clueless in this situation. Clumsily making his way to the door, he tried to open it, but it was really weird trying to use his paws. Grunting in annoyance, he used his new powerful hind legs, and kicked the condemned door off it's hinges. If he was a human it wouldn't even open.

Marveling at his new found strength, he walked outside, and saw a couple reptiles standing in the middle of a medieval looking town full of wolves and foxes.
"Ok Felodran, just act casual" He stepped down from the stairs of the condemmed building, whistling a couple showtunes, but stopped when a couple wolves gave him very strange looks.

"TOO CASUAL" he thought as he silenced his whistling and just marched along to where the reptiles stood.

[Srgntcuddles]

Reno was still marveling at the fact that he was now "Cuddly". Completely taken in by the moment, he didn't even question it and welcomed it. But he soon figured this wasn't a dream, it was too real to be a dream. Something had to be going on elsewhere. He calmed himself down and composed himself. "Okay, I'm cuddly. that's a given. I'm now Irish, which makes me automatically cool. And I'm a rabbit. Reno to be precise. This can't be a dream, I've never 'ad one this...vivid. Alright, I suppose I should go outside and see what's what." Reno finished talking to himself and went out the door, which led to a hallway. He went towards the stairs at the end, went down them and out another door in what seemed to be a lobby. He exited into a dark alleyway, he instinctively went towards the light at one end. Stopping at the edge he looked out in awe. "Oh...My...God...FURRIES!" He looked around and all of them excitedly, foxes and wolves all over. Also a Lion looking individual, a Chameleon, Dragon and a Lynx. He figured the odd species out might know something. Just as he was about to walk over, he felt a prick from behind him. "Don't move, don't scream, don't even breathe. Just give me all your valuables and you get to live." Reno froze in place and held his hands up. Behind him, a Gecko in a brown hooded cloak stood close behind him sticking a dagger into his back. "Oh crap! I'm being robbed! For what?! I don't even have anything! What IS money here?! Oh man oh man oh man!"

[kayle]

Kayle yawned as he woke.  Man, something smelled WEIRD in here...  He sneezed some dust out of his nostrils, then cracked one eye and looked around the barren, dusty room, and sprang up in suprise.  "Holy crap!!  Where the heck am I?"  The folf looked down and saw... fur?  He rushed over to a mirror on the wall an examined himself.  He was... his fursona?  The canid grinned exposing his teeth.  He turned around, and looked over his shoulder, examining his tail.  He ran a paw through his lavendar fur, and felt like he would cry with happiness.  He had no idea where he was, but... This was HOME.  He was who he had always wanted to be, and he loved it.  The folf laughed and raised his head up toward the ceiling, and gave a long, happy howl.  Panting, he returned his gaze to the mirror.  He was wearing simple cloth trousers, raggedly patched and frayed, and nothing else.  He shrugged and made his way to the door, and opened it excitedly.  Time to see what was outside...

[Advica]

After pinching herself hard enough to leave bruises (at least she thought they would, the fur made it impossible to know), Jinx began to re-think the thought that she was dreaming. "Even if this is a dream, I don't want to spend it in this dusty old room" she said to herself. She then stood up and noticed that she was dressed in a ragged shift that reached her knees. Walking across the room, she opened the door and found herself at the top of a staircase. Navigating her way down the stairs was no simple task, her tail seemed to throw her balance off, which made her keep leaning forward so that she didn't feel the weight on her back. It took a few practice steps but she finally began to stand straight and the tail's weight didn't bother her as much, although she still felt off balance she could walk easily. Finally she made it to what she assumed was the door leading outside. She took a deep breath, which was much easier in her new non-asthmatic body, and stepped out into a large square which seemed to be populated by those of the canine family. "Great. I'm a cat surrounded by dogs, THAT won't get me noticed."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

She looked up, only to realize that the folk were looking at her strangely. Not only that, but there was a darker reptilian figure heading toward her. She almost scampered away, only to trip over her tail again. She was getting nervous with being around so many live people at once... Wait.. Live people? What other kind of people would she be around? It seemed his personality was intruding on her thoughts. She swallowed hard, taking in her surroundings, there were so many people watching, and before that creature that was rushing at her before could reach her, a smaller, younger canine helped her up in her new body. It seemed to be confusing because she was a him in this world and not a her. The canine girl that helped her up, looked at her as if in awe, then her eyes shifted to the creature that was intruding. It was reptilian, too.

Mortis felt like it had fit the description of something she'd seen before while surfing the net or browsing her usual forum, but she couldn't place her finger on it, even so, that wasn't now, and that thing could be hostile for all she knew. "Zhank you very much, freund." she said to canine, brushing herself off. The girl continued to look at him, while it seemed after the very brief moment of silence, everyone returned to their normal lives somewhat normally, if not nervously.

"You two aren't from around here, I can tell." the girl said. "You've got scales." She seemed almost timid in saying it. "What are you doing here? The reptiles from the forests have never been on good terms with the wolves that live here."

Mortis shook her head... Er.. His head. As much as it seemed important to focus at the moment, she was still trying to wrap her mind around whether to refer to herself as a she or a he. She was herself from her previous life mentally, but a he physically. She thought so anyway, her figure was just like she drew Romei's -- It looked androgynous, but she decided for the sake of saving on the confusion, she'd refer to herself as a he from now on since Romei was a he. "Err -- Vhy?" He managed to spit out from the jumble of thoughts that clouded his head.

Her eyes widened with surprise, "What? You don't know?" She looked at the both of the scaled citizens. "The reptiles were thought to have died off. After years and years of them wiping the wolves almost off the face of the earth, they disappeared. No one knows why, and if there are some alive, I don't think they've been seen for a long, long time."

[Srgntcuddles]

Reno was still standing there, knife in his back, Gecko still robbing him. "Okay, your Reno for god's sake...You didn't have a Mac10...Okay...Reno's super slick with hand to hand...Let's...Juuuuust..." Reno rolled forward and with his heel he kicked the knife from the Gecko's hand. As he came out of his rolled he turned to see the Gecko coming at him with another knife. He didn't expect it and was tackled to the ground, holding the knife at bay as it was slowly inching towards his face. "Crap! Get off me! Grrr..." Reno managed to roll the Gecko to the side and got on top of him, only to roll over again being back on bottom. "Okay, not so much a tough guy...Still got some things to work out."