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He was a Horseman of Conquest dammit. He was not some trifle little creature to be messed with. He was a Noble, a strong, proud horseman.

Now look what he was reduced to.

He stomped over to the nearest creature - one that looked sort of like him, but significantly less impressive.

Or as impressive as one could be when they were hardly a foot tall.

"You there. What is going on? I demand an explanation."





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Something small had just collided with his side, and Gale turned around in a full circle before he realized just what - and who - was squeaking up at him.

"...Ofelia?"

The voice, though significantly higher pitched than normal, was still quite recognizable, and Gale backtracked several steps, his short tail flicking to the side (he had a tail good grief).

"Ofie, what the hell - "

Another familiar voice had caught his ear, which pricked automatically, Gale lifting his nose to twist his head around, attempting to find where she was. He finally spotted the source of the voice and reached a paw out, batting at her tail.

"Fini, that yo - "

It seemed as though he were not going to actually finish a sentence, since in the very next moment there was an all-too-familiar voice and several indignant squeaks and meows.

Gale studiously slipped to the side, away from the wrath of...Caelius...dog...

...thing.

As strange as this all was, Alex finally decided to try walking, only to find himself stumbling over unfamiliar hoofed feet. This was stupid. He wanted to go back to the school now.

Not far away, he couldn't help but hear a few minipets talking, and some familiar names were being thrown around. Mort? Freya? Alexander knew them, the former much better then the latter. Soooo, they were probably students too. Well, they were moving on now, and Alex might have tried to follow, but he really didn't feel like face planting into the floor.

So instead he laid down, and yawned. Hrm, he felt..sleepy? Is that what this sensation was? Maybe as a minipet, he could actually try that napping thing that King had told him about! It sounded amazing.

The Alex paca closed it's eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He was suddenly in another strange place, one full of minipets that were..playing? Oh..oh they were breeding. That was..rather embarrassing to witness, so he looked away, only to find himself staring at another minipet at his side, one that, when it spoke, sounded an awful lot like Yin. With Yin, on a breeding isle, and the other minipet was explaining how he was an adult now.

Oh.

Before that could go any further, the paca mini woke up with a jolt, his whole body shivering once more, with that same odd sensation from before. Something was happening, possibly related to Yin? Did being bonded mean he could actually sense things?

No, it didn't actually work like that, but still...something eerie was going on, and Alex didn't like it.

Well, this was ... weird. Yeah, she was going to go with weird.

"Nnn..."

Groaning petulantly, Petra took an extraordinarily long time getting up from where she had been strewn haphazardly on the grass. Later on, she was attribute this to a new, strange quadrupedal form and a concussion, but in reality, she was just a little tired with things going wrong. Why couldn't they schedule a mission that went right for a change? Oh, right, because they were battling the forces of evil who threatened to consume the human race. Right. Well, not that anyone cared, nor could hear her complain deep in the recesses of her mind, but this job was turning out to be extremely thankless and the constant threat of death and dismemberment was getting old. That being said, she had never expected anything less, which was why she bothered getting up in the morning. That and Robert.

But THAT was off topic.

Rolling onto her stomach, the death hunter allowed her eyes to slide open slowly, wincing a little in the bright, blinding sunlight. Well... this was weird too. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Petra slid her eyes over the colorful landscape, her [removed](despite being kitty-fied) decidedly unamused. This was new. And she wasn't quite sure she liked it. Everything looked like cotton candy. Great... time to explore. Sliding her legs under her body (all four of them... what the ********... oh god, she was a cat...) the hunter paused, going completely rigid.

Oh. God.

She was a cat.

No no, worse. She was a MINIPET. For the briefest second, the Death hunter's blood ran cold as a certain nightmare flashed before her eyes.

Shaking off the sensation, Petra stood as best she could in this new body, wobbling a little on new legs and barely catching herself before crashing back to the ground. Oddly enough, this felt a lot like the time she turned into that gross, stitched up corpse...

Deryk paused in his search when he heard a strange rumble. Slowly, the turned around, only to see a ton of minipets that resembled... H?! They didn't seem to take much of a liking to Caelius right now.

This. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. Should he run and help his division lead?

He really did not know.

Deryk
HP: 22
Faction: HUNTER
Type: Normal
Location: Main HQ

"DERYK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE."

In his distraction, the Kitsunay would feel something rub up against it's foreleg.

"WHY DO I GET THE FEELING YOU'RE NOT TELLING THE TRUTH - oh bloody hell what are you get away from me you're kind of disturbing - "

Deryk? She recognized that name, she could even remember the hunter's face attributed to it.

It took a few (comical) seconds for her to find the source of the voice, the death hunter struggling to get control of this new form. Goddamn body, this was worse than golems. Finally, however, midnight blue eyes settled on a minipet not too far away, her eyes squinting a bit as she tried to figure out whether or not it was another hunter. Logic said yes -- who else would know Deryk? -- but still... then again, what was she going to do, sit there and be a minipet forever? Might as well take a chance. Wobbling uneasily towards Gale, Petra settled in front of the yellow kitty minipet, giving him a flat look over before she spoke up, tone, as always, dark and monotonous.

"Who are you."