Solo #74: ME-OW!
One thing that Eternal Sailor Scylla had not been expecting when she was getting ready to go home and get ready for the day- was finding herself on all fours. Not that Jada ever planned to find herself on all fours, not that she ever usually did but-
Obviously the fall had scrambled her brains.
It was actually very sudden. She had just finished fighting a youma, such an annoyance in the morning, and then there was a blast of something; She had started to move forward, but her legs wouldn't work right. She went to stare at her hands, wondering when she had fallen... And she was no longer tan-colored, but she was... black? And blue, with little gold bands around an upper arm that was suddenly far too short. Her entire body was tingling, too, and she- she had the urge to groom herself.
What the flying effing effamabob?
She screeched, jumping straight into the air, landing on all fours and chasing her tail in a circle, terrified to see that it was- she was- a cat? She knew what happened to cats in her neighborhood. It wasn't pretty. Especially the little cats, and she was a little cat. Big cats were not this low to the ground.
In the silver of a trash can lid, Scylla could see herself. A nice body, firm legs, head tilted high and proud. She had a well-formed rump, too, and a nice skinny neck. Intelligent eyes. Perky ears. And such an adorable, kissable black nose. Surely someone would take her home and not leave her to the mercy of animal control? It also looked like she had a star on her forehe- a star? She pawed at it, squinting into the trash can lid. No way.
At least, Jada thought to herself, she had a nice, fluffy tail. It was a consolation, as she had to deal with being on four legs. And having a target on her forehead and all. She nervously licked a paw, then realized what she was doing and flung the offender to the ground with a soft thump. Something darted across her vision and she froze, staring after it. She wanted to chase it, kind of. She didn't want to chase it. Chasing things was for stupid cats, who liked to chase laser pointers. Stupid cats, like Castor.
A horn honked, and Scylla darted for the few shadows that this alleyway had to offer in the early morning light. She couldn't be SEEN like this.
It would go away. It was like Tartaros. A giant nightmare. She was having a nightmare. She would wake up, soon. But why was she having a nightmare about her morning? She normally loved her mornings.
It was the youma's fault. It was-
A dog? Stepping out of the shadows, head down and teeth bared.
Shrieking, Eternal Sailor Scylla fled the feral chihuahua.
One thing that Eternal Sailor Scylla had not been expecting when she was getting ready to go home and get ready for the day- was finding herself on all fours. Not that Jada ever planned to find herself on all fours, not that she ever usually did but-
Obviously the fall had scrambled her brains.
It was actually very sudden. She had just finished fighting a youma, such an annoyance in the morning, and then there was a blast of something; She had started to move forward, but her legs wouldn't work right. She went to stare at her hands, wondering when she had fallen... And she was no longer tan-colored, but she was... black? And blue, with little gold bands around an upper arm that was suddenly far too short. Her entire body was tingling, too, and she- she had the urge to groom herself.
What the flying effing effamabob?
She screeched, jumping straight into the air, landing on all fours and chasing her tail in a circle, terrified to see that it was- she was- a cat? She knew what happened to cats in her neighborhood. It wasn't pretty. Especially the little cats, and she was a little cat. Big cats were not this low to the ground.
In the silver of a trash can lid, Scylla could see herself. A nice body, firm legs, head tilted high and proud. She had a well-formed rump, too, and a nice skinny neck. Intelligent eyes. Perky ears. And such an adorable, kissable black nose. Surely someone would take her home and not leave her to the mercy of animal control? It also looked like she had a star on her forehe- a star? She pawed at it, squinting into the trash can lid. No way.
At least, Jada thought to herself, she had a nice, fluffy tail. It was a consolation, as she had to deal with being on four legs. And having a target on her forehead and all. She nervously licked a paw, then realized what she was doing and flung the offender to the ground with a soft thump. Something darted across her vision and she froze, staring after it. She wanted to chase it, kind of. She didn't want to chase it. Chasing things was for stupid cats, who liked to chase laser pointers. Stupid cats, like Castor.
A horn honked, and Scylla darted for the few shadows that this alleyway had to offer in the early morning light. She couldn't be SEEN like this.
It would go away. It was like Tartaros. A giant nightmare. She was having a nightmare. She would wake up, soon. But why was she having a nightmare about her morning? She normally loved her mornings.
It was the youma's fault. It was-
A dog? Stepping out of the shadows, head down and teeth bared.
Shrieking, Eternal Sailor Scylla fled the feral chihuahua.
