Humans are way too squishy
who ; Red and... others
what ; backdated human shenanigans
where ; ...various
when ; whoa man. why you gotta be asking so many questions
warning(s) ; HERP DERP
Red's transformation into a human had been somewhat traumatic for her. Her mass had been effectively reduced to about a tenth of what it had been, she had struggled with figuring out even basic movement sequences and had spent more time eating dirt than she had when she was a chick. To make it worse, the influx of human thought processes-- real, organic thought processes not aided by the chip in her brain, were overwhelming. Raptors were driven by instinct and lacked the capacity for severe, lasting emotion.
Sitting on York's couch with her knees pulled up to her chest Red strained to turn her brain off. She was a human now-- not a raptor. In her bedroom was a sloppy nest full of eggs that she couldn't take care of in this tiny, soft body. Hell-- she couldn't take care of herself in this tiny, soft body. She had no claws, her teeth were small and blunt, and the only armor she had came in the form of one of York's t-shirts.
She wanted to cry and she didn't quite understand what crying was.
It was going to be a long week.
what ; backdated human shenanigans
where ; ...various
when ; whoa man. why you gotta be asking so many questions
warning(s) ; HERP DERP
Red's transformation into a human had been somewhat traumatic for her. Her mass had been effectively reduced to about a tenth of what it had been, she had struggled with figuring out even basic movement sequences and had spent more time eating dirt than she had when she was a chick. To make it worse, the influx of human thought processes-- real, organic thought processes not aided by the chip in her brain, were overwhelming. Raptors were driven by instinct and lacked the capacity for severe, lasting emotion.
Sitting on York's couch with her knees pulled up to her chest Red strained to turn her brain off. She was a human now-- not a raptor. In her bedroom was a sloppy nest full of eggs that she couldn't take care of in this tiny, soft body. Hell-- she couldn't take care of herself in this tiny, soft body. She had no claws, her teeth were small and blunt, and the only armor she had came in the form of one of York's t-shirts.
She wanted to cry and she didn't quite understand what crying was.
It was going to be a long week.