Atticus runs, aimlessly. The night is brightly lit by the white moonlight. Though her path is clear, everything is a blur. Her brain can't quite function yet she's aware somehow. She is able to tell her body to run, though other than that she feels nothing. It's a weird feeling. A numbness, swallowing her body as a whole. Her gray eyes wide open in a panic. She can't quite feel anything, but she can notice overwhelming changes. For one, she knows she is no longer in her own body. She can see better, way better. Every little tree branch and sound echoes and rings loudly within her ears. Every smell dances into her nose.
She would look beautiful, majestic almost if it wasn't for the fact that she was such a mess right now. A white German Shepherd, dripping in her own bright crimson blood, painted with dirt and mud. The smell of her own blood almost overwhelms her, and the fact that she can even smell it freaks her out even more. Yet, she keeps running. Running and running, away from those men, those dogs...whoever they were. Whatever had happened.
Everything was misty in her memory. One minute, she's out on an evening run with her older sister, the next she feels a heavy hit to her back and she tumbles to the floor, her head bouncing off the hard road and giving her a concussion. From there, everything is a blur. She remembers seeing her sister's shoes one moment, then when she opened her eyes again her sister was nowhere in sight. Standing where her sister was a moment ago was an Anaconda. A fucking massive anaconda. Atticus remembers freezing in fear for a moment, staring up at the anaconda who was now hissing at something behind her. She could feel the blood drain from her face in fear and her body become paralyzed by shock.
A bite to the leg. A German shepherd was now tugging at her leg, his sharp unforgiving teeth digging deeper into her. Atticus screams as she snaps back to reality, and she tries to grasp to something, but there is nothing around her except for the dirty road. The Anaconda moves quickly to strike, the mean scream, Atticus ducks down. This is it.. she thinks. But she feels nothing, except the dog release its jaws and a loud yelp of pain. Two more dogs and a man grab a hold of Atticus and she begins to be dragged away. Her concussion making her head spin, as she turns to see something terrifying: the sight of the massive anaconda hissing and wrapping its body one of the dogs, now turning limp in its grasp, and the men and a few other dogs frantically trying to release the dog. Atticus screams for her sister, who seems to have disappeared, all while crying from the pain of the dog's jaws that dug onto both her legs now. Another hit to her head. Darkness..
From there, she's not sure what happened. She remembers feeling fear. She knows deep in her mind that she somehow got away from those men, but she has no recollection of ever getting away. From there, the next moment she's aware is her running. She didn't know where. Well, she did; away. Away from them. To someplace else, far away where they won't be able to find her. To someplace where she can hopefully track down her sister. She had disappeared, and didn't seem to have been taken by the men. Hopefully she was safe. Hopefully she was alive.
Water. She makes a few full strides to the edge of the water, where she tries to bend her neck down to get some water. She looks at her reflection and she freezes, panting. A Dog. A white dog. She's.... a dog? Her gray eyes stare directly back at her new form. She knows nothing of other creatures... where she is from, everyone seems pretty normal. At least as far as she knew. She opens her mouth to scream, but all that comes out is a terrible whine. She drops to the floor, her body dropping heavily. She's exhausted. She's lost a lot of blood. She's losing consciousness... again. Dark, everything begins to dim...