There's a bit of irony in transforming into an Absol from an unforeseen event, when the power of Absol is to literally be able to foretell such dooms.

How uncomfortable it must be to feel your entire center of gravity changing as you sit in a seat designed for the bipedal and not for those with a more feral stance.

Or to see the diminishment of your ability to be on a device meant for those with fingers instead of large claws. An entire thread of existence denied to you because such simple actions as using a mouse quickly extends beyond your grasp.

Perhaps that wouldn't come to mind as you feel every surge and strike of the storm through the horn growing along your head. Each shock a spasm of sensation flowing through your mind and body as you try to determine what it might mean both to yourself and now to those around you.

Would you even care as you see your remolding bones and blossoming white fur conjoin into a conspiracy against your body and clothes? An avalanche of change that strikes internally just as it tears the threads of humanity you had known all your life?

Yes, that irony of existence must be quite sweet and bitter at the same time to taste. Yet, what's to say that anything would change if you 'knew' it would happen?

That soon you would see your muzzle growing in the dying reflection of your screen, even as the pain of electricity coursing through your body renders you somehow different, Everything now wholly changed from the life you once knew.

I suppose it's hard to say.

Would you even believe it if you did?

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The first of two parts, I always enjoyed the concept of sudden transformations taking place in everyday mundane moments. Playing at the computer, doing a bit of cooking, performing a chore, these events are all situations that many of us can relate to which therefore makes the sudden transformation all the more visceral in many ways. The concept of suddenly finding your hands turning into paws as you desperately clack at the keyboard, or find the lack of thumbs disconcerting as you're trying to fold clothes.

What I perhaps most like about this piece, however, is that it comes with that nice double whammy of transformation and power outage. A great blend of confusion and shock mixing together to create a feeling that is unique amongst its peers. How might it feel to be experiencing something like this in only the flashes of light given to you by the cracks of lightning just outside? Combined with the awkwardness of the chair and it's simply divine.

Hope you all enjoy this piece, it's a good one.

Art by  bersickr

Rygone belongs to  Umbreon07