Vangelis (luokentauros) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-05-28 05:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dana novak, character: vangelis burrëror, location: ladon dorm |
Thread : A Bad Day to be Human
who: Vangelis and Dana
when: Thursday morning, finals week
where: Ladon dorm
warnings: mentions of nudity
His alarm sounded, and the moment that Vangelis was shocked into consciousness, he knew it had happened. He looked down at himself and could see he wasn't right. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over himself. He should be seeing his waist stretched out into a horse-like torso, strong body and four strong legs. Instead, what he was seeing was decidedly human. A weak, frail-looking lower half, at least in comparison to what he normally possessed. His heart sped up and he felt a lump of despair in his throat. Belatedly, the former centaur realized his alarm clock was still buzzing loudly. He reached over and shut it off.
This wasn't the first time this had happened. This had happened before, back home. It was the reason he was at St. Margaret's, because this was unnatural, and wrong, and had to be stopped. His thoughts went to the school's centaur healer, and how he should go seek him out now. But he also thought of his finals. He would probably still be expected to participate. Vangelis had been taking his classes very seriously, and had been studying hard all week, wanting to do his very best on his first exams at the school. He'd felt that he had something to prove, whether to himself or to the other students, that he could do what they could do, just as well, if not better. But now there was a problem. Vangelis wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he had to do something.
It took a few minutes for him to rise to an unsteady standing position, using the strength still in his arms to reach up to his desk top and pull himself up, his legs shaking like leaves for a few moments. He glanced around his room, mind racing, trying to focus enough to decide what he needed to do first. Clothes. He needed clothes. At least that was what his teachers would say. His clothing choices were limited. Vangelis had his favorite leather vest, a few button down shirts, and that was about it. He'd been provided some clothes for his bottom half "just in case", but he didn't see them and couldn't remember what he'd done with them. He wouldn't be surprised if they been in some of the furniture he'd moved out of his dorm room to give his large centaur body more space.
Knowing he needed to get moving, Vangelis began to shuffle toward the door, one hand against the wall to give him support. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Vangelis walked to the door next to his and knocked loudly. He paused and waited. He didn't hear anything, so he moved on to the next door. He needed help. He knocked, waitted impatiently for a couple moments, then moved to the next one. At the fourth door, Vangelis thought he heard movement inside right away. He knocked again, then moved his arms so his hands could grip the door frame and help steady him.