[center][h3]Vaught[/h3][sub]Early spring of 315 P.F.[/sub][/center] The [i]Motis[/i] affair had gone surprisingly well overall. He did not know whether the hunters would be scared for their lives and make a run for it or if they had just received a big boost to their determination. What he could assume with utmost certainty however was that their goals had changed: No more going after a big humanoid being, but after some unidentified monster instead! This meant that he might have regained some of his freedom outside of The Greatwood which had been one of his goals for the attack in the first place. He could turn back to human, jump onto some stolen horse and get away from this utterly boring landscape of nothingness! And yet, just as his recent actions had solved one problem, they had given birth to another. Walking around on two legs, wielding some big primitive axe and trying to arrange oneself with the inhabitants of this region just didn't seem as fun and worthwhile anymore if one knew that the much more monstrous experiment had started to work out... In a growing region of his mind and heart he didn't want to take the tedious route back to his other shape. He always could when there was the opportunity, but right now he simply didn't feel the desire anymore. And the monster he was right now had not even learned how to fly yet! Speaking of which... couldn't that finally be fixed ? Vaught had hatched the plan of doing a little cut-and-watch procedure to himself and maybe he should just proceed with that plan while motivation was so high! Running on all four legs, his claws dug deep enough into the ground to leave a trail of destruction behind in the grass. It was easy to notice that this would make any pursuers' job dangerously easy, so at some point Vaught started to run in circles for a while. Once a big enough mess of seemlingy erratic loops and hard to understand twists had been created, he continued on a straight line towards his hideout in The Greatwood's hills again. There was a small creek nearby in whose riverbed he marched on for a while just to create an outright gap in his tracks as well. He also tried not to crush too many bushes on his way back, even if that meant slowing down a lot in order for a lot of tedious maneuvering. Up on the hill, Vaught reached for the big axe of his alter ego: It slipped right through his fingers. Or were these even fingers ? He tried again to no avail, then altered his approach for a third and fourth attempt only to come out with the same ridiculing result. So this didn't work... but he needed the blade on that thing! While still not having an alternate plan, Vaught lowered his mouth and carefully bit into the weapon's shaft to move it along with himself that way. This monster of his choice clearly had not developed with much craftsmanship in mind, had it ? But... but maybe he could arrange for some contraption! Looking around, Vaught discovered what had once been one large stone, but which had degraded into a pile of smaller pieces over aeons of freezing cold and sweltering heat. Each of them still would have been far too heavy for a simple man to lift, but that was good! Trying not to damage his teeth in the process, Vaught dropped the axe's shaft into one of the large gaps where the aggregation of minerals had broken apart and let the blade point upwards. He slammed his torso against one of the rocks sideways and pushed it against its counterpart, thereby wedging the weapon's shaft in the closing gap. Friction would do the rest. Now the ugly part! This was a good idea to cut open one's own joint gently just to see why it didn't work properly, right ? Vaught maneuvered the malfunctioning part of his body over the axe's blade as carefully as possible, then lowered it and started to induce a forth and back motion. The pain! The pain was so awful! Blood started dripping at an increasing speed, but as Vaught's confidence in his own idea vanished his skin gave way just enough to see what was beneath it. Maybe he could adapt now...