//------------------------------// // Diamond Dogs are Cowards when Confronted with Battle Axes // Story: Mark of the Wyld // by DarkParable //------------------------------// "Ugh... Did anyone get the name of that bus?" I muttered softly as I sat up, scrubbing at my face only to wince as I wound up whacking myself on the chin. Well, nothing like a little pain to snap you to attention, yeah? I blinked slowly, vision clearing as I fought off the clinging cobwebs of unconsciousness. When I could finally see straight I noticed something was blocking the lower part of my peripheral vision just a bit. I reached up to swat it away and couldn't help the soft whimper of pain as my hand connected not with an object, but with something I was rather attached to. Blinking back a few tears of pain I looked down at what was on my face only to realize... It WAS my face, or at least a part of it. My mind took a moment to process this before setting off the great big "NOPE!" button. Yeah... I freaked out slightly only to freak even more when I took a look at my hand. A metal half gauntlet encased it, leaving long slender, and FURRED fingers bare. My expression must have been rather comical as I stared at that, counting them over and over as I assured myself of what I was seeing. I was short a finger, I had three now and my thumb. The slender digits ended in wicked looking claws, and the fur on them was a deep ebony that blended well with the armor protecting the rest of my hand. Speaking of armor, the gauntlet ran right up to the middle of my forearm. There was a brief gap that showed more black fur before my vision was blocked by a paulderon that glared up at me from the ram's skull adorning it. The eye sockets and nostrils glowed faintly with a blueish light the pulsed eerily, like a heart beat. Looking down greeted me with another sight that gave me a pause. I recognized the armor easily enough, I'd sort of made it after all, but I hadn't given it the distinct bulges in chest department that obviously let whoever looked at it know it was a literal breast plate. Further more, I hadn't left my midriff bare, and I wasn't that shapely. Let alone the fact that, metal or no, my leggings should have been highly constricting and weren't... Yeah... Something was up and it wasn't anything I had any more apparently. "Dear gods I'm a woman!" I exclaimed only to blink in surprise. Yeah... My voice held the demonic rumble that came with being a female Worgen deathknight. That echo-y quality made my words linger slightly longer than they should have as I shook my head in effort to clear it. This was too damn weird. Everything I saw, and felt, pointed at me being something that was completely impossible. I couldn't write it off as a dream either, you don't feel pain in dreams, and I knew I wasn't the kind to have a psychotic break. I was too plain for that. So that left one explanation... This was happening, and I didn't like it one bit. In effort to distract myself from the fact that my body wasn't my own I took a look around and blinked slowly. I was in a forest, that was for sure, but no place I knew of had colors this vibrant. Everything seemed brighter, almost cartoonish in quality. It was strange to think that I was actually flipping out over technicolor foliage when I had bigger problems... And they were on my chest. Sighing softly I moved to stand, and subsequently nearly fell flat on my face. Yeah, standing on paws was weird, especially when you had knees that bent the wrong way. Setting aside that I probably looked like a furry's wet dream (Myself included sadly) I decided to go and find some kind of reflective surface to get a good look at myself and give myself a crash course in walking on my new legs. I had to wonder just how it was I was taking this so well... Must be on drugs I decided, wondering why I thought that to myself in the voice of Cybil Bennet. Made some sense really, but I was too busy trying not to fall over again to really give it much thought. Within five minutes I had the hang of it and something else came to my attention, the soft slap of metal against leather as I walked. Reaching back my hand hit something the felt distinctly like a haft. Frowning I gripped it and gave it a tug. Whatever it was came free quick and I held in my hand something that was physically impossible. It was a normal enough battle axe, save for the fact that the blade was separated and floating in distinct pieces, ending in a very sharp looking piece that reminded me of a fang, in shape at least. The entire head glowed brightly with the same pulsing blue as my paulderons. The glow in this case stemmed from a rune that I somehow knew. It was almost as if there was a little voice in the back of my mind that whispered to me "Fallen Crusader..." Well, that clinched it... Things were officially weird enough for me to cease giving a fuck. So I did a quick mental recount here. Female, Worgen, Armed, Armored, Deathknight, Weird forest... Toto we ain't in Kansas any more. Of course in comedic timing it was while I was busy trying to cudgel my mind back into functioning in some semblance of order that things headed south. "Look, I find bitch... We keep?" called a voice that snapped me from my stupor. "I want its pretty things. Shiny means tasty, yes?" it asked again as I looked around, only to come face to face with an honest to gods diamond dog. Needless to say I was beyond being surprised at this pint so I just kind of stared in silence. "Backbiter, we here find little ponies, not find comfort female. Kill it, take stuff, and be hurried. Alpha say we near deadline." growled another D-Dog, one I hadn't noticed before as I was too busy focusing on the one in front of me. Still, I'd heard enough at the word kill. Hefting my axe I did the first thing that came to mind. I growled. To call the sound that escaped me a growl was doing it an injustice, because there was no way that didn't come right outa the mouth of hell itself. The D-Dogs stopped dead, watching me closely as they readied their own weapons. Rusty pitted and notched swords qualify as weapons right? Well either way they looked pitiful when compared with the rune axe in my hands. Not to mention that the air arround me slowly dropped in temprature and an icy mist rolled off my body. I couldn't feel the cold, but they sure as hell seemed to. Within moments they were quaking in fear, their teeth chattering. I raised my weapon and growled again. This time, there was no awkward glances at one another, no pulling of weapons, no this time... They just ran. Great... Ten minutes in this place, (I had to guess it was Equestria because where else do you find actual diamond dogs?) and I wind up scaring the locals so bad that I could follow the yellow trail... Man what a day.