Eocene was summoned from the depths of sleep slowly – just a gentle, delicate call lured him back to reality. Once his mind was well enough aware of itself, the okalai realized he wasn't in his usual position on his side. Had he been moving around in his sleep? That was unlike him.
He pulled himself up and yawned while rubbing his cheeks with his hands. His eyes opened, something was different about his hands. Looking down, Eocene gasped at the sight of the blue, weirdly scaled hands that were most certainly not his own. His neck craned awkwardly further down, and he saw that his fur had become brown – dirt brown. He felt feathers, and wings on his back.
Crying out in a voice all too alien to him Eocene jumped to his feet – all four of them!? He tripped and stumbled over himself, hitting the floor below harshly, not used to the mass of his body. Crying out, Eocene whimpered as tears formed in his eyes and he brought his hands up to inspect his (from his perspective) deformed and frightening face. Another alien wail escaped his... Lips?
Perhaps, if he had met this unique creature in his own body Eocene wouldn't have reacted so poorly. He had nothing against beings nothing like himself. But to wake up in the body of what can only be described of as a monster from this perspective? Well... It was startling to say the least.
Eocene had to find a way back into his own body, or transform back, or fix whatever happened! He had to get his footing... He had to stand... He couldn't remember the last time he was this off balance.