veryshinyknight: (gulp)
Alistair Theirin ([personal profile] veryshinyknight) wrote in [community profile] alicornparty 2015-02-04 03:13 am (UTC)

Alistair (Theirin)| Dragon Age: Origins

When he'd fallen asleep, everything had been--well, normal in Ferelden was a little too broad a brush to stroke with, but it had been familiar. Yes. Familiar was a good word. And then, Alistair had woken up.

Not to the glorious slobber of the Mabari's tongue--though that was a daily occurrence, or near enough to be so--but to birdsong, which was not all too common any more, with the Darkspawn running through the land like they were...

But he'd noticed that the ground was a lot closer. And that his armor felt different. And--SWEET ANDRASTE WHERE WERE HIS HANDS? Those were hooves! What had happened?

Alistair spent a few long moments examining himself. Pony. That's what it looked like, he'd become a pony. TAIL. HE HAD A TAIL!! He spent a few moments swishing it, too, idly wondering just what he'd be saying to that Mabari if the stupid mutt were here...

Stomping a hoof, he straightened up, eyes going wide. "Morrigan!" he whinnied. "I bet this is her fault somehow! Oooh, once I get my hooves on her!"

With a resolute toss of his cloak over one shoulder, he trotted off. Surely he'd be able to find the witch easily, and then--he'd stomp her! That'd show her!

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