[Kurloz has no idea where he is or what he's been turned into. First he wakes up in something that is definitely not his coon and then he sees his skin's all pink and shit - he's even shorter!
It's just not in his nature to panic and freak out though, so he found his way to an ablution trap to examine himself in the mirror, noting that at least his ocular orbs were almost the right colour, though the loss of his horns was traumatizing. He then noted two rather big errors in his physical makeup.
1. His mouth isn't sewn shut.
2. His tongue is still there.
His teeth are too blunt to cut through the thick muscle, hm. So, first order of business, finding something sharp. And some needle and thread...
Finding parchment and ink close to the fabric box thing he woke up in that morning, Kurloz writes in messy Beforian "need something sharp, needle and thread too. please :o)" Which... doesn't look like any known language on Earth.
Somehow one way or another he creeps out of the Slytherin dorms and trawls the hallways, dressed only in rumpled pajamas and sneakers with bed-raggled hair, 'sign' in hand.]
canon mind; au body
It's just not in his nature to panic and freak out though, so he found his way to an ablution trap to examine himself in the mirror, noting that at least his ocular orbs were almost the right colour, though the loss of his horns was traumatizing. He then noted two rather big errors in his physical makeup.
1. His mouth isn't sewn shut.
2. His tongue is still there.
His teeth are too blunt to cut through the thick muscle, hm. So, first order of business, finding something sharp. And some needle and thread...
Finding parchment and ink close to the fabric box thing he woke up in that morning, Kurloz writes in messy Beforian "need something sharp, needle and thread too. please :o)" Which... doesn't look like any known language on Earth.
Somehow one way or another he creeps out of the Slytherin dorms and trawls the hallways, dressed only in rumpled pajamas and sneakers with bed-raggled hair, 'sign' in hand.]