ATWOODS

Nature: Sassy. Highly curious.

PRELUDE

“What pride this fellow must feel...And has he not reason for his pride? He lives in a world where he is beset with a thousand dangers.” [break]
Lady Into Fox, David Garnett[break][break]


To be honest, Sean’s grip on reality wasn't the strongest. His last day on Earth was no exception. When the game disc arrived in the mail the same day he applied, addressed to his legal name and address, he thought little of it. Who really cared if the government, aliens, or whatever else wanted to spy on him? He’d sell his soul for a game that promised this much content. Creeping past his sleeping roommates with as much stealth as he could manage on a broken leg, he put the disc in and settled in for a marathon gaming session...and, it crashed. [break]
Cool, cool, this game breaks my computer. The only thing I have left and - his thoughts were interrupted by the flashing monitor.[break]
This was new.[break]
Sean pondered each question at first, trying to perfect his persona: no, no, with someone I like - he glanced at Isaac, still sleeping - but as the test went on he lost what little patience he had. He began answering on impulse: heckle the bully, become irritated, WHATEVER!! Wasn’t this supposed to be a fantasy game? Few of these questions seemed like “fantasy” at all; many of them were far too close to his real life experience. He huffed at the audacity of it; they must’ve been spying on him for a while. [break]
He peeked over his shoulder; good, the roomies were still sleeping. Probably. Okay, George’s eyes were open and staring past him, but George had slept like that since he was a toddler. [break]
Turning back to the game, Sean finished answering the increasingly pointed questions. Surely no one would go through all this trouble to lock him up...would they? It wasn’t like he’d ever really hurt anyone unprovoked - he was strictly a property crimes and black market man. Even the cops agreed on that; all the jerks from high school who thought otherwise could go to hell. [break]
He’d just started daydreaming about a handle for his first alt when his own name popped up on the screen. At this point, he was beyond surprise; he sipped some coffee and gave a little wave to the spy he was now certain was on the other side of his webcam as he waited for the intro text to fade.[break]
Finally, time to play!
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Scratch "beyond surprise"; as he fell from the sky after being sucked into his computer monitor by God, Sean's first coherent thought was to keep his mind open from now on. [break]
He feared he might not have much time. He struggled against the rush of air to open his eyes and immediately regretted it, greeted by the sight of an open grassland hurtling towards him like a runaway train. Don't die don't die PLEASE don't die - Sean hadn't prayed in years, but now was as good a time as any to start wishing. [break]
Momentary pain shot through his body as he hit the ground - gone in the next few seconds, seeming to follow a falling star out of his eyeline and into oblivion. He blinked, still dazed. [break]
What the hell just happened to me?[break]
He allowed himself a few moments to rest, then took a quick inventory of his situation. His mind was clear, his leg was fine, he definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore (unless he'd just overlooked the giant rabbit burrows all this time), and - why did he only have three fingers?[break]
God, he didn't even have fingers, just little furry paws. He ran them over his body in shock. "How's that for a story, Sean?" he growled. "Headline: I met God and he turned me into a purse dog." A puff of hot air shot from his ears, blackening a nearby clump of grass. "A magical purse dog," he proudly corrected.[break]
Introspection could wait. Sean had spells to explore.[break][break]
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The Guild scouts sent to explore the Cannia Plains were able to find the Fennekin rather easily, once they got far enough into the wild. Despite his distance from the city, the fox had left a clear trail of burnt terrain as he fled the local Diggersby. He agreed to go with them - seeming oddly reluctant, considering his situation - and joined the other humans at the Guild tower.

PHYSICAL

For the most part, Sean is perfectly typical of his new species. Sure, his fur color isn't quite as vibrant, his body is a bit long and low-slung, and he has some extra tufts of fluff, but he could easily blend in with a skulk of born-and-bred Fennekin.[break]
A few marks of his human life remain. He has some tattoos and an assortment of small holes in his ears buried under his fur.


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