It really was a real world.

That was probably a strange way to think of it, but Ewan couldn’t help but marvel at how [i]good[/i] the ground felt against his bare feet. Soft grass crinkled underneath, breaking the silence in irregular rhythms, while his shoulders and back, which once incessantly ached, felt oh so light. Featherweight, that’s what it was. With a cloak as breezy as silk and as warm as down, Ewan strode through the verdant abyss with uncharacteristic confidence. Physical exercise was a certain type of emotional doping, and for a short while, immersed as he was in the breath-stealing silence of true nature, Ewan almost forgot the reality of his situation.

Made sense then, for that reality to dropkick him with the force of a nymphomaniac nymph charging towards him with a bloodied knife and a crazed expression.

First thought. Wow, she’s running really fast on those heels.

Second thought. Wait, what’s the point of a dress if it opens up in the front?

Third thought. OH SHIT THAT’S A WOLF SHE’S BEING CHASED BY.

Fourth? NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE!

Rather than doing the standard thing that [i]Ewan[/i] would have done, which would be to eloquently eviscerate the Razorfang Wolf with a quick transformation, Minoru turned tail and ran away as well, the panic stretching out his fair features as suddenly, the ground became decidedly less comfortable, his big toe bouncing off a root while a small rock dug into his heel. Superficial pains that were completely nullified by his Halfling nature, but for the Minoru within the Ewan? YEAH NO. Soon enough (no doubt due to him being a short weeny without enough AGI points), the blue babe was running abreast with him, and he joined her in her screaming, feeding off her hysteria as the wolf got closer and closer and…

[i]“I’LL EAT YOU I’LL EAT YOU I’LL EAT YOU I’LL EAT YOUUUUUUUU!” [/i]went the crazy bloodlusted wolf.

[b]“I DON’T TASTE GOOD I DON’T TASTE GOOD I DON’T TASTE GOOD I DON’T TASTE GOOD!”[/b] went the child-sized Shapeshifter.

And then, the paradigm shift occurred. The screaming, dagger-clutching hourglass-figured blue-haired girl who looked like she was just asking for a wardrobe malfunction surpassed Ewan, long legs carrying her further and further away. Oh no.

Wolves went after the slowest.

Ah.

Well.

It was a good life while it lasted.
[@OliveYou]