Chapter 32 - Thirty (1/2)

I was starting to get used to the feeling of having my eyelids glued heavily as bricks, making me unable to open them for a while now. This time, however, my whole body felt the same, everything hurt like I overdid a workout, rolled down the stairs and got hit by the hooves of a horse afterward.

Even breathing hurt, but only when I tried to heavily breathe. I stood still for a moment, trying to sense my surroundings, hearing the constant drip of water somewhere, the smooth wind, but, otherwise, it was utterly quiet.

I lick my dry lips, trying to move my paws but something… something just felt wrong. I stretch my body, making it crack all over, and regretted immediately once a burning pain makes me double over my sides, feeling mine still sore side. Strangely enough though is that my lungs were healed, and my ribs put together, still bending like a loose limb. I put my hand over my side, trying to feel it for wounds.

And froze in place.

I look down, and what I saw was a human hand holding the side of a very humanoid body.

…

Don't panic.

Don't panic…

Don't…

What the hell!! I jolt, passing the newfound fingers up my face, trying to find a mirror, only to hiss in pain.

Ok, ok, steady now, no need to panic… yet.

I put my feet on the ground, and once I try to stand I find my first problem. Bloody two-legged creatures, how do you walk with these things?

My legs were shaking, and my body wobbles about at the first steps, making me trip on the carpet, but proudly I manage to reach the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror.

…

…

I don't know how to feel about this, or how it came to be, but now I had a humanoid form. And I was in it.

I had a long, black hair, smooth as Indian hair, going past my h.i.p.s and shining like the feathers of a crow. My skin had a tanned color of honeyed caramel, shining in with a sinful glim. To contrast there were tribal tattoos all over my body in silver platinum color, to the tip of my toes until my neck and arms.

My silver eyes stood out from it all, like when the light reflected on a mirror, making my gaze even more intense. On top of my hair was the only thing that gave me hope that I wasn't crazy; my pointy hound black ears, coming from the straight waves of my black hair, as well as mine whip tail coming from my back, standing midair behind me, almost curving in a complete S.

”Done looking?”

I got startled by the voice, which made me lose my footing and land on my butt on the floor. Once I look up, hissing at the overall pain, however, I was even more surprised with the view then everything I saw until now.

Leonel.

He…

He smiled!

And not just the curves from the lips, but with his eyes as well, bending them in a crescent moon shape!

Urray! I feel like I should celebrate or something, felt like if I had won a hard fought battle! Crumble, stone face, crumble before me!

”You are dozing off.”

”Wait- what, sorry, you lost me”

I felt like my brain should be giving: warning- meltdown, total lost, readying up to evacuate, abandon the ship sort of warnings. I take some time to realize that Leonel was reaching his hand to me, as he helps me stand with those two legs, ugh.

He helps me until we reach the sofa I was on before, keeping a strong grip on my hand. By now my mind was working again… not in the highest speed yet though.

”W-what happened? Where are the mummies? And how the hell I changed form?”

”I brought you here in the middle of the confusion. Don't know why you changed though.”

He pushes my legs up the sofa, forcing me to lay down, and sits on the sofa in front, smiling back and looking with a warm gaze at me.

Something felt off.

Like, really off.

”Did you hit your head or something in the middle of the confusion?” He knits his eyebrow, an amused look in his eyes.

”Or maybe…Ah! I know! Of course not, I must have hit my head hard, it would explain why I think I'm in a humanoid form now, ha, haha.” I laugh nervously, not buying my own words.

”If you want to think in that way, feel free to.”

…

Feel like his mocking me for some reason.

”Sleep, you are still weak and used too much energy fighting off that Mummy. We are safe here.”

Well, I was really sleepy indeed, even more after running like I found a c.o.c.kroach on the bathroom stall, just to fight the Queen and ending up kicked, hard.

Oh, and the side effects from berserk mode too, hm.

But something feels reaaallyy off. Like, why he was still smiling at me, crossing his fingers together to support his chin?

Definably hit my head somewhere, hope is not some permanent damage.

”You don't expect me to sleep while you stare at me now do you?”

”Ah, sorry.”

He stands, humming to himself, going somewhere to cook, by the smell.

I turn around but turn back as that side hurts, then take off the pillow from my head and start strangling it in my arms.

I can't sleep, ugh.

Well, let's close our eyes first… maybe seeing my status will help?

-Appraisal completed-

Name: Palarran Thilgon Mìnaothon

Gender: Male

Race: Platinum King Hell Hound

Age: 5

Level: 50

HP: 750-1360

MP: 22-320

SP: 1500-4000

Attributes: Fire, Shadow

Titles: The Wise, Angry One, Reincarnated, Older Brother, Whispering Voice, Strategist, Forbidden from the kitchen, King's Might

Attacks: Claw 48, Bite 49, Swim 10, Fireball 42, Fire Breath 47, Sneak 49, Dodge 52, Dash 48, Sing 72, Tail Whip 20