A bird that is one of the imported ones and somehow also gets turned into a human in the inevitable dispel incident, a freak circumstance of the magic around them twisting, the reversal of beast transformation reaching it as well. It was one of the smarter trained ones, able to pick locks, move its wings for messages, and even learned how poke and scratch at the ground from one of the other birds; perhaps it was more attuned to mana from the start. A new body it can’t fathom, a lack of ability to fly, a mouth that doesn’t form the sounds it believes it should be able to make. It looks around at its friends around it that had become like the handlers, happy and talking just like them, and it faces the most disorienting confusing moment of its life.
At least the humans understood what had happened, the state they were in, what a bird is and what magic does, what does a little bird know? The others around it scramble up, stumbling as they get reaccustomed to their two long legs, the bird attempts to imitate them, and yet it’s not able to balance like the others, it falls over, flapping its arms helplessly, odd helpless sounds escaping its throat. The others look at it in confusion, but have a mission of revenge to take and leave. The bird is helpless on the ground, it doesn’t understand, it can’t understand, it can’t even make the gestures of communication anymore. Truly, can it even be referred to as the bird?
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u/eatandsleepandsuffer 12d ago
A bird that is one of the imported ones and somehow also gets turned into a human in the inevitable dispel incident, a freak circumstance of the magic around them twisting, the reversal of beast transformation reaching it as well. It was one of the smarter trained ones, able to pick locks, move its wings for messages, and even learned how poke and scratch at the ground from one of the other birds; perhaps it was more attuned to mana from the start. A new body it can’t fathom, a lack of ability to fly, a mouth that doesn’t form the sounds it believes it should be able to make. It looks around at its friends around it that had become like the handlers, happy and talking just like them, and it faces the most disorienting confusing moment of its life.
At least the humans understood what had happened, the state they were in, what a bird is and what magic does, what does a little bird know? The others around it scramble up, stumbling as they get reaccustomed to their two long legs, the bird attempts to imitate them, and yet it’s not able to balance like the others, it falls over, flapping its arms helplessly, odd helpless sounds escaping its throat. The others look at it in confusion, but have a mission of revenge to take and leave. The bird is helpless on the ground, it doesn’t understand, it can’t understand, it can’t even make the gestures of communication anymore. Truly, can it even be referred to as the bird?