Corgi Hours
Starter for @fluttertouch
Svin understood his new limitationsâ or so he thought.
The puny size to which he could transform seemed bad enough. Certainly with his original, stronger form, he never stayed in wolf form for longer than needed. It was draining, a huge expenditure of magic to sustain. Somehow, it didnât occur to him that his circuits would also tire even when he shrank.
Heâd never been an entirely conventional person. Svin would, and did, fight anyone who acted as though he wasnât human due to his Beastcraft traits tooth and nail, but calling him quirky was a polite way to put it. Between his acute senses of smell and hearing and the synesthesia that caused him to see colors and patterns from just the scent of things, he had an unbreakable habit of using his nose more than was conventional. It was so obvious to people who saw him on sight when he wasnât trying to blend in that he wasnât quite like them.
And so, heâd rather die than admit it, but exploring as a dog seemed like it would garner less suspicion. He could sniff around, literally, as much as he liked without worrying in public. His short corgi legs were less than ideal for running around on, but he happily trotted around the condo complexes, finally getting a real feel for Spirale. He walked by an old man with only a curious sniff, something about him pinging his intuition and senses, was it magic, something spiritual...?
Heâd been transformed for about half an hour.
And then he... wasnât.
âAgh!â Svinâs point of view shot upward, only about a foot away from the stranger. Where there had been a corgi seconds before was an off balance, startled university student with flyaway hair and wide eyes as he looked down at himself and spun around, patting down his torso and limbs.
Svin sheepishly looked up at the man he was so close to and stepped away, bowing once he seemed respectable enough. âHello sir! Sorry about that! Happens to us all right? I- Iâm a person you see, not a dog!â
