The Training Gallery / midnight / Fall 22 494 AV
It was night on an otherwise normal evening in Zinarh. Fall had crept in, and with it cooler weather to keep the Dhani hidden as far down in the depths of the nest as they could go. On this night a young Dhani carefully footed his way through the tunnels in the cave. Barely a hundred was Mamoru, and the trickster was still getting used to using his human-like legs. He took small, slow steps, arm extended and his hand pressed against the wall to help him keep his balance.
It was a very different experience to walk on two legs, and while he may have used more muscles to slither in his Dhani form, he could still feel each and every muscle in his leg twitch with each step he took. Mamoru had been excited about gaining this new transformation, he'd become obsessed with the ability to change his form and was already looking for other ways that he could do it. The young Dhani continued on shaky limbs, an electric spark igniting in his leg muscles whenever he stepped down to hard.
The walk to the Training Gallery was a lot longer, but he found a strange joy in his attempt to walk the length and learn his new body more. Removing his hand from the wall, Mamoru tried to balance only on his legs and placed more careful steps as he moved on. He moved bare feet across the ground, the dark robes that he wore gently sways against the top of his feet. He had purchased sandals already, but was yet to wear them. There was something about his feet on the ground that seemed to tickle him. Normally with his tail, he touched a portion of the ground all at once, and for as long as his body remained near it. But with human feet, he only touched a small space, and upon walking he had to pick up his feet in order to move.
It was very different and he liked it..
Another step and his foot bumped an uneven lump in the cave floor, causing him to stumble and place it down quickly and awkwardly. Mamoru's arms also flailed outward, one hand grasping for the wall just to hold himself up. Hissing under his breath, the young Dhani balanced himself between his hand on the wall and a single foot on the cave floor, as he lifted his other leg and rotated his ankle to make sure nothing was broken or sprained. Once he was sure, the trickster headed on to his destination.
The training Gallery wasn't normally busy during the late bells, but Mamoru had heard about a special event taking place there. One that only a few had been told of. A few of the guards had captured more Myrians, but instead of just torturing and killing them, they decided to force them to face each other in a death match. Some of them were less than cooperative, but with a bit of torture and hypnotism, they all fought for one reason or another. Mamoru finally made it in, and was surprised to see how many Dhani were there. It seemed that a few meant anyone who didn't see things the way the ruling party did.
These were the Dhani, the Queens and those working close with them, that said what was right and what was wrong. They said who did what and when too much was enough. But these were politicians, not soldiers. They claimed to know what the Dhani needed, what they wanted but none of them spend their lives fighting the Myrians off from the nest, nor did they spend time with the Dhani who worked day in and out to keep the nest running.
How could they possibly know anything about what the Dhani needed...
Mamoru headed towards the area where the others were gathered, Dhani in that form and others in human. Mostly those in human form were like him, just realizing the shape shift and learning to use it. He looked around as he entered the gathering, but it seemed the last match had already finished. There was blood all over the ground, but no bodies. He sighed and hugged his shoulders as he waited. Even with the natural heat in the nest and the robes that he wore, the young Dhani was still chilled. Perhaps he needed to eat again.
It was night on an otherwise normal evening in Zinarh. Fall had crept in, and with it cooler weather to keep the Dhani hidden as far down in the depths of the nest as they could go. On this night a young Dhani carefully footed his way through the tunnels in the cave. Barely a hundred was Mamoru, and the trickster was still getting used to using his human-like legs. He took small, slow steps, arm extended and his hand pressed against the wall to help him keep his balance.
It was a very different experience to walk on two legs, and while he may have used more muscles to slither in his Dhani form, he could still feel each and every muscle in his leg twitch with each step he took. Mamoru had been excited about gaining this new transformation, he'd become obsessed with the ability to change his form and was already looking for other ways that he could do it. The young Dhani continued on shaky limbs, an electric spark igniting in his leg muscles whenever he stepped down to hard.
The walk to the Training Gallery was a lot longer, but he found a strange joy in his attempt to walk the length and learn his new body more. Removing his hand from the wall, Mamoru tried to balance only on his legs and placed more careful steps as he moved on. He moved bare feet across the ground, the dark robes that he wore gently sways against the top of his feet. He had purchased sandals already, but was yet to wear them. There was something about his feet on the ground that seemed to tickle him. Normally with his tail, he touched a portion of the ground all at once, and for as long as his body remained near it. But with human feet, he only touched a small space, and upon walking he had to pick up his feet in order to move.
It was very different and he liked it..
Another step and his foot bumped an uneven lump in the cave floor, causing him to stumble and place it down quickly and awkwardly. Mamoru's arms also flailed outward, one hand grasping for the wall just to hold himself up. Hissing under his breath, the young Dhani balanced himself between his hand on the wall and a single foot on the cave floor, as he lifted his other leg and rotated his ankle to make sure nothing was broken or sprained. Once he was sure, the trickster headed on to his destination.
The training Gallery wasn't normally busy during the late bells, but Mamoru had heard about a special event taking place there. One that only a few had been told of. A few of the guards had captured more Myrians, but instead of just torturing and killing them, they decided to force them to face each other in a death match. Some of them were less than cooperative, but with a bit of torture and hypnotism, they all fought for one reason or another. Mamoru finally made it in, and was surprised to see how many Dhani were there. It seemed that a few meant anyone who didn't see things the way the ruling party did.
These were the Dhani, the Queens and those working close with them, that said what was right and what was wrong. They said who did what and when too much was enough. But these were politicians, not soldiers. They claimed to know what the Dhani needed, what they wanted but none of them spend their lives fighting the Myrians off from the nest, nor did they spend time with the Dhani who worked day in and out to keep the nest running.
How could they possibly know anything about what the Dhani needed...
Mamoru headed towards the area where the others were gathered, Dhani in that form and others in human. Mostly those in human form were like him, just realizing the shape shift and learning to use it. He looked around as he entered the gathering, but it seemed the last match had already finished. There was blood all over the ground, but no bodies. He sighed and hugged his shoulders as he waited. Even with the natural heat in the nest and the robes that he wore, the young Dhani was still chilled. Perhaps he needed to eat again.
