Words threw themselves from his mouth with a terrible shout, fear and anger filled them and his mind couldn't discern the reason. [color=a0410d]"Itaroknos, chaka!"[/color] (Fury, no!) Sitting bolt upright from the ground, he had been lying down for some reason. His eyes couldn't see, a bright blur that filled his vision to the brim. Somehow he felt bad for something, like the man who had struck him down had made a mistake. Maybe he himself had made a mistake? Confusion clouded his memories. Was it a dream? Was it real? He realized just about now that two things were totally different from what he was struggling to remember. First of all, he was sitting down. Second, he's moving? An earthquake, maybe?

What jolting feelings was it to suddenly shift from Alive, to Dead, to Alive once again. Fractals of what had happened to him, broken images of the man who had been standing over him what felt like seconds ago. A flash of blue and a sharp pain in his chest, suddenly burning hot and then suddenly uncomfortably cold. The man was on the ground, but his surroundings were remarkably different- weren't they? The harder he tried to remember, the harder it was. Like trying to remember a dream, it drifted away suddenly but unnoticed. Only small bits and pieces of what had happened to him remain. 

The discomfort of his body was very evident, as though he had just woken from a long night's sleep after a hard day's work, sore but rejuvenated. With a slight bustle of noise nearby, he arose to see people that he couldn't recognize standing around. Faces that seemed too soft, figures a bit too tall. They weren't like him. At least, that's what his mind told him. Somehow the man recognized them as something different from him. 

After rising to his feet, his vision had finally begun to clear. Looking down at his own body, there was so much hair. Coating his chest almost entirely, if he had nipples he couldn't see them beneath the coat. There seemed to be a very large scar over his heart, wherever that was from. It looked like a burn and somehow a hole at the same time. But was healed over? Whatever the case, his hair was what he was looking at once more. A line of hair running down from his chest narrowed into a cone before widening down to his waist. Hair completely covered his lower half, strange cloven feet adorned the bottoms of his legs. Shaped like human feet but with only two toes covered mostly in bony hoof. The hair hung off his ankles slightly, touching the ground with their ends. His body was phenomenally muscular, he was actually surprised at his fitness. 

From what he could see of his arms, he had very thick arms with hair on the forearm and the backs of his hands. On each hand were four fingers and a thumb, each one covered in the same kind of hoof that his feet were. It made his hands very frightful, and for a moment he was scared. Until he remembered that these hands were his own, at which point he was confused. Why did he look so terribly different from the people around him? Why were they covered in cloth garb and he in hair? Running his fingers through the hair adorning his head, he found that his hair was very long. It ran down past his shoulders and all the way to the center of his back. 

Even more confusion, he reached up with both hands, bringing his right hand back from his hair and touched his face. Rubbing his fingers along the edges of his skull, feeling the contours of his bone and flesh. Even his face had hair on it, a thick beard of what appeared to be dark brown hair was cushioning his fingers from touching his chin. What he could feel is that his jaw was very wide, and very hard. How strange did he look? Bringing his fingers up further he could feel his nose, wide and flat. Almost totally square, it ran in a line up to his brow. From his nose to his brow he noticed his head was very square and harsh, was he a strongman? A freak? 

No. No. Something told him, inside of his mind, that he should look like this. Something told him that even though the others looked different, he too was normal. Maybe even better than normal, he felt confident. Handsome even.

Running his hands down from his head, he felt out his shoulders. Especially broad, square figure, was he a warrior? A gladiator? 
[color=a0410d]"Gondt tak Chi lunag rusa pela gan rah, towsa bek lireb chi wah? Liribah?"[/color] (Why do I know what these things are, but not who I am? Who am I?) His strange tongue went unnoticed to his own ears, the words flowed naturally from his mouth. Though the question wasn't geared towards those who were around him, more a question to the Ether with no real hope for answer. 

Though now that he got his pointless question out of the way, now onto some actual questions. First off, why did the ground feel like it was moving? As his vision adjusted to his surroundings, he realized he was inside of a rather large container. Chairs were everywhere, and it was surrounded by glass on two sides, was this a bus? No, more like a locomotive.

Well, judging by the massive size, it most likely wasn't. But it certainly had a lot of traits of one. The other question was, why is everyone screaming? Everyone around him was, to [b]our[/b] knowledge, human beings. But to [b]his[/b] knowledge, they were very different from him.

Stepping forwards a few feet and finally pulling his eyes away from his body, the man raised his voice to grab the attention of the woman. Taking a moment to gather up knowledge of her. . .[i]assets[/i] before speaking. A fully loaded woman, if you know what I mean.
[color=a0410d]"Cho yopah, yui soh wahta robuna? Gut yong thron chi nubii shu cho? Chi nawsn thus giaf chuuk vann troun awa lout. Deass kikku cho tagat viam?"[/color] (You there, what is this place? And why am I here with you? I feel as though this wasn't just a night of fun, so could you maybe explain?) For some reason, he felt kind of bad for checking the woman out. Like somehow he felt as though there would someone who would be very angry at him for doing it.

This whole situation was starting to wear on him, it was so strange.