Like a strike of lightning the charge pains you deeply and then seems to drain out your feet into the ground. Tilting your head down to capture a look at this woman of power there is a overwhelming desire to run away.
Turning your hips you take one short step before both balance and sense take wing. Reaching out your right arm with hand spread to catch the coming fall a sudden feeling of rearrangement is noticed.
As your right arm and hand hits the coming ground it makes a solid jolting sound. Fingers should be paining well but only a dull numb feeling is what you feel.
The weight of your body comes down and your left arm and hand hit the ground too. A strange lull of thought comes over you and for a split second your frozen in movement and thought.
The angry words which pour from the lips of the sword barring woman gets you moving but her words are now harsh sounds with no real meanings. Fingers dig in, helping to get your lugging form moving and there is a mental hope for safety, if you can get away?
Admiring your strength, speed, and new cunning the womans words are far behind, you feel safe at last. The burst of speed slows and soon your strolling along looking at the beauty of the world around you.
A sniff of a flower should bring the appreciation of it's beauty and the sweet scent of the pollen. Yet you are amazed when your lips and mouth open to snap at the plant and it enters your mouth. Chewing the flower into a odd tasting pulp of juices and fibre. A swallow and the mouth seems urges' to attack more of the flowers.
Thoughts whirl in your head as you can't seem to control you very actions. You watch as mouth and teeth lash out again and again eating the stand of Daisey flowers before you. A feeling of a belly filled with chewed Daisey flowers and a taste in the mouth of their green juices should make one repulsed. Shaking your head in hope of clearing the strange thoughts your ears seem to bounce around and feel heavier somehow.
At last your thoughts boil into a frenzy and in that one great moment your brain takes control of body and action. In anger at whatever that terrible woman did to you the feelings of uncertain fate peak as you call out.
"O.I.N.K..!" Your mouth screams forth as the call from inner fears trails off to short grunts and squeals.
Suddenly a mind is in trouble as it stands locked into a body of unfamiliar form. Thinking, like a computer searching it's sensors for new information you purse your being for what is happening right then.
A deep breath in sounds more of a snorting beast. A tickle from behind is unseen but is there as you spin around to see what touched your butt. Only a cloud of dust wells up and you look down to see cloven brown hooves where before human fingers held your weight.
Odd, your neck feels stiff and bends very little. A look to your side, right or left is most difficult. Now the want to see what has happened of yourself could only be proven to your mind by the mirrored image in a puddle or pond.
Off you scramble on a run as some inner instinct seems to direct you toward that watery quest. As arms and legs work hard to carry you up and down the uneven terrain the physical excersize weans more of your thoughts into feelings of brute instinct.
At last the watery pond presents itself and your mouth ripples the surface of the pond as it gulps of a drink. You look into the ripples and see some animal looking there too. Now due to the run your mind is transfixed on instinctive desires, patterns of movements govern you actions and wants and planned desires are gone.