System rallies and sends a shockwave my way. My bones rattle and my fur ignites. AAAAGH!
The pain is so intense that I leave my avatar for a second and drift. I don't return to my body on Earth. Instead, pulsating vortex opens up and I'm pulled into it...
Only to wind up back in my tiger body. In Tanglewood.
But something is very different. I'm not in the Riddlehoeven villa.
Where am I? Well, "prison with antiques" would be an apt description.
Viscount Rossa and his lady, Rosabel, glare at me in the hallway of a sterile, cold mansion that looks like it's never known any emotion. "Hop to it, beast! Training started five minutes ago. If you want to eat, you'll go with us."
My limbs move automatically. Why am I complying? My fur looks dull and dry. And what's this? Scars and bruises and scabs.
[Lightning!]
Nothing. I might as well be yelling into a void.
[Lobo!]
Again, nothing.
[Gussie? Peridot? Demos? Einswine?]
