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Svens Odd Encounter Sr Elias 241102
The tale unfolds on a disheveled street corner where Sven, seemingly on an ordinary stroll, is abruptly and inexplicably transformed into a mouse. This drastic change sends him into a frenzied panic, as he now sees the world from the frightening perspective of a tiny rodent, vastly different from his human experience. The once-inconsequential becomes monstrous, and his only concern shifts to survival. This leads to a heart-stopping encounter with a hawk, a natural predator, which marks a dire turning point in Sven's ordeal. As he desperately seeks shelter beneath a parked truck, the narrative captures the pure essence of fear and frailty, a stark contrast to his initially calm demeanor.
The story then transitions to a glimmer of hope, as Sven's plight catches the attention of a mysterious woman named Sarah Durmont, who arrives just in time to intervene. In a strange twist of fate, Sarah reveals her knowledge of Sven's cursed state, belonging to a group called the White Circle. Despite his initial apprehension, Sven places his trust in Sarah, leading to his restoration to human form through her magical intervention. The encounter serves as a surreal epiphany for Sven, who is left to ponder the bizarre series of events as Sarah disappears as quickly as she had arrived. With new life breathed into him, Sven stands at the crossroads of reality and the supernatural, mulling over the enigmatic yet fortunate turn of events that granted him a second chance at his human existence.
(Sven's odd encounter(SRElias):SRElias)
[Tue Oct 29 2024]
At Dandelion Parkway and Rose Lane
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is dusk, about 66F(18C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Sven is walking down the street, on the way somewhere - to work, or maybe to the bar. He does not seem to be in a hurry and carries a lit cigarette, from which he takes the occasional puff. Judging by his wet hair, he might be fresh out of the shower.
As Sven walked down the quiet street, taking in the fresh autumn air. The crunch of gravel underfoot and the rustling of leaves were the only sounds around him. The air felt crisp, and with each breath, he felt grounded, steady. But as he reached a bend in the road, something strange started to happen. At first, it was subtle. The trees along the path seemed taller than before. Maybe it is a trick of the light or the way the branches stretched toward the sky. But then you noticed you hands, they looked smaller, his fingers thinner. He lifted them to his face in confusion, and thats when he realized his clothes were beginning to hang off him.Stopping, there is a sudden feeling of panic flashing through you. You can feel yourself shrinking. Your feet slipped out of your shoes, your pants crumpling around your legs as your shirt became an oversized tent. The world around you grew vast, alien, every detail amplified. The gravel now looked like giant rocks, towering and intimidating. Your heart raced as he looked around, frantically trying to understand what was happening. It is then that you feel a strange, twitchy sensation in his nose and a sharp awareness of every sound, every scent. You can hear the faint hum of insects nearby and the soft ruffling of feathers overhead. You stumbled forward, now barely able to move under the weight of your clothes, and as you free himself, he caught sight of your own reflection in a small puddle beside the road.
A mouse stared back.
Sven screams. Or thinks he is screaming - the only thing reaching his ears is a loud, high-pitched squeaking sound. He takes off running, over large rocks on the road, off the road and into a forest of blades of grass that are taller than he is. He slows and turns his head to check his body, in case that puddle was lying to him. But he does have too much fur, too many legs, not enough fingers - and is that a tail!?
The man turned mouse, huddled at the edge of the road screaming his small little mousy squeaks, trying to make sense of his tiny new body and the massive, towering world around him. Every rustle of leaves, every breeze, every shadow seemed magnified, looming, and unnervingly alive. But then, he felt it. A prickle down his spine, a sense of something watching him. A dark shape plunged toward him from the sky. A hawk, its wings spread wide, talons gleaming in the light, was diving straight for him. Every instinct screamed at him to run. The road, which only moments ago had felt solid and comforting, now seemed endless. Pebbles that were once beneath notice now towered like boulders in his path, as the shadow loomed larger and larger. He heard the rush of air as its wings sliced downward, closer and closer. The hawk circled, its piercing eyes scanning the ground, talons ready to strike.
continues to scream --- well, squeak. At this point, he is less concerned with the mechanics of his sudden metamarphosis or how he got himself into this situation, and more concerned with not turning into a giant bird's dinner. He keeps on running - where is a parked car when you need one? There's something huge in front of him. It's hard to tell whether this is a truck, a car or something else entirely from this perspective, but Sven doesn't care. He just wants to hide underneath until this roc-sized bird is gone.
Sven's tiny paws trembled as he spots something that might be his salvation: the undercarriage of a parked truck a little ways down the road. He darts toward it, his small legs carrying him faster than he ever could have imagined as a human. The gravel felt rough against his paws, each tiny stone a hurdle he had to jump or dodge around. But the thought of those deadly talons drove him forward, and finally, he reached the shadow cast by the truck. Panting, he squeezed underneath it, disappearing into the labyrinth of metal, rubber, and darkness. He curled up against one of the tires, pressing his body close to the rough rubber, hoping the hawk wouldnt spot him here. His small body shook as he listened intently, each gust of wind and distant chirp of birds making him flinch. The hawks shadow reappeared, circling above the truck, its sharp eyes scanning for any sign of him. It landed on the road with a thud, its talons clicking against the pavement as it stalked the area, head tilting, looking, listening. John held his breath, pressing himself even closer to the cool rubber of the tire, praying that it wouldnt see him in the dim light.
@sven's tiny paws trembled as he spots something that might be his salvation: the undercarriage of a parked truck a little ways down the road. He darts toward it, his small legs carrying him faster than he ever could have imagined as a human. The gravel felt rough against his paws, each tiny stone a hurdle he had to jump or dodge around. But the thought of those deadly talons drove him forward, and finally, he reached the shadow cast by the truck. Panting, he squeezed underneath it, disappearing into the labyrinth of metal, rubber, and darkness. He curled up against one of the tires, pressing his body close to the rough rubber, hoping the hawk wouldnt spot him here. His small body shook as he listened intently, each gust of wind and distant chirp of birds making him flinch. The hawks shadow reappeared, circling above the truck, its sharp eyes scanning for any sign of him. It landed on the road with a thud, its talons clicking against the pavement as it stalked the area, head tilting, looking, listening. He held his breath, pressing himself even closer to the cool rubber of the tire, praying that it wouldnt see him in the dim light. (fixed)
Sven waits. What else can he do? He can't fight off a hawk, at least not in this state. How did he end up like this, anyway? Is he dreaming? He tries to pinch himself, but that isn't that easy without a thumb. He bites his cheek, but still can't seem to wake up. But hmm. Maybe he can /grow/? He might still be asleep. And in that case - it's his dream after all.
And in many ways, the only reasonable thought would be that is Sven is dreaming, but if he is, it feels very really. His little mouse heart races as he can hear the sound of talons as it slowly moves towards him, the hawk look for a tasty treat. someone little heart was still racing as he stayed hidden under the truck, his beady eyes darting around, alert for any movement. But just as he began to calm down, he heard the sound of an engine rumbling in the distance. His tiny ears perked up, and he glanced out from his hiding place just in time to see the hawk still circling overhead, stubbornly searching for its lost prey. Then, in a single, dreadful instant, it happened. A car came roaring around the bend, speeding down the road toward the truck. The hawk, so focused on scanning the ground for Sven, didnt even notice. It swooped low, its sharp eyes and talons locked on the shadows below. There was a horrible screech and a flurry of feathers as the car struck the hawk, sending it tumbling to the ground in a crumpled heap, wings splayed at awkward angles. The car sped on, unaware of the drama it had left behind, leaving the road once again quiet and empty.
And in many ways, the only reasonable thought would be that is Sven is dreaming, but if he is, it feels very really. His little mouse heart races as he can hear the sound of talons as it slowly moves towards him, the hawk look for a tasty treat. Sven's little heart was still racing as he stayed hidden under the truck, his beady eyes darting around, alert for any movement. But just as he began to calm down, he heard the sound of an engine rumbling in the distance. His tiny ears perked up, and he glanced out from his hiding place just in time to see the hawk still circling overhead, stubbornly searching for its lost prey. Then, in a single, dreadful instant, it happened. A car came roaring around the bend, speeding down the road toward the truck. The hawk, so focused on scanning the ground for Sven, didnt even notice. It swooped low, its sharp eyes and talons locked on the shadows below. There was a horrible screech and a flurry of feathers as the car struck the hawk, sending it tumbling to the ground in a crumpled heap, wings splayed at awkward angles. The car sped on, unaware of the drama it had left behind, leaving the road once again quiet and empty.
Sven slowly, very slowly crawls out of his hiding place. Past the tire, he scurries over and around large rocks, towards the edge of the road. The road turns into dirt with the occasional patch of high, -very- high grass. There's a trailer in front of him, maybe he can get in. Or hide underneath. But what then? He can't live like this, can he?
The car suddenly stops and it is reverse lights spring on as it starts to rapidly reverse heading back towards where Sven is hiding. The car stops and the door opens. The first thing Sven sees is a pair of booted feet and then as he gets a better view, it is a blond woman in her mid-twenties. Her blue eyes lock upon Sven, seemingly afraid of the small mouse or without any other real indication even how she knew Sven was there. She kneels down, setting her hand flat on the ground with her palm up, "Come here little one." She says with a smile.
Sven freezes. He is not moving an inch closer to the stranger, at least for now. He tries to speak, explain to the woman that he's not actually a mouse, but no words come out - only more high-pitched squeaking noises.
Sven notices that at least, this stranger does not look particularly hungry. That's a definite improvement over the hawk.
The blond woman nods, her curls bouncing as she does. For a moment it seems like she actually knows what Sven is trying to explain to her but then it becomes apparent she doesn't, "You poor little one. Come here, we can fix it. I know you are not a mouse, you have been hexed." She remains kneeling with her hand out as she waits patiently, "I am Sarah Durmont, I am with the White Circle." She says, lowering her voice a degree as she mentions circles. But it is already odd enough where she is parked in the middle of the road, giving attention to a little field mouse.
At that, Sven eventually moves forward and climbs onto the giant, strangely warm hand. He makes a nodding motion that must look pretty comical in his current shape - hexed, yes! That makes sense. He's dreaming about being hexed. Hopefully this stranger can help? He lifts his head, peering up at the face somewhere high above.
A warmth began to spread through someone small body, tingling and unfamiliar. The world around him grew hazy, and he felt himself expanding, his tiny limbs stretching, paws becoming hands, whiskers fading as his face shifted back to something recognizable. Within moments, he was standing before her, fully human again, wrapped in a cloak she had conjured to shield him from the autumn chill. Sarah stepped back, a serene smile on her face as she nodded approvingly. "Welcome back, little one," she said, her voice rich with power and kindness. "The curse was not meant for you, but fate works in mysterious ways. Take care from here on, and remember, not all strange things are meant to harm." With that, she turned, getting back into her car and drives off, disappearing down the road, leaving Sven standing there in awe. Whatever mysteries lay ahead, perhaps being given a second chance, for reasons he might never fully understand.
A warmth began to spread through Sven's small body, tingling and unfamiliar. The world around him grew hazy, and he felt himself expanding, his tiny limbs stretching, paws becoming hands, whiskers fading as his face shifted back to something recognizable. Within moments, he was standing before her, fully human again, wrapped in a cloak she had conjured to shield him from the autumn chill. Sarah stepped back, a serene smile on her face as she nodded approvingly. "Welcome back, little one," she said, her voice rich with power and kindness. "The curse was not meant for you, but fate works in mysterious ways. Take care from here on, and remember, not all strange things are meant to harm." With that, she turned, getting back into her car and drives off, disappearing down the road, leaving Sven standing there in awe. Whatever mysteries lay ahead, perhaps being given a second chance, for reasons he might never fully understand.
The story then transitions to a glimmer of hope, as Sven's plight catches the attention of a mysterious woman named Sarah Durmont, who arrives just in time to intervene. In a strange twist of fate, Sarah reveals her knowledge of Sven's cursed state, belonging to a group called the White Circle. Despite his initial apprehension, Sven places his trust in Sarah, leading to his restoration to human form through her magical intervention. The encounter serves as a surreal epiphany for Sven, who is left to ponder the bizarre series of events as Sarah disappears as quickly as she had arrived. With new life breathed into him, Sven stands at the crossroads of reality and the supernatural, mulling over the enigmatic yet fortunate turn of events that granted him a second chance at his human existence.
(Sven's odd encounter(SRElias):SRElias)
[Tue Oct 29 2024]
At Dandelion Parkway and Rose Lane
Cracked and pothole-ridden asphalt roads make up this part of town,
bordered on either side by poorly maintained cracked sidewalks. The
aluminum streetlights are painted a deep, chipped green and appear regularly
along the side, illuminating the street in spots of warm electric light when
it's dark. Where the street is widest small median islands appear with old
twisted trees planted in them. The buildings that line the street seem old
and poorly taken care of.
It is dusk, about 66F(18C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Sven is walking down the street, on the way somewhere - to work, or maybe to the bar. He does not seem to be in a hurry and carries a lit cigarette, from which he takes the occasional puff. Judging by his wet hair, he might be fresh out of the shower.
As Sven walked down the quiet street, taking in the fresh autumn air. The crunch of gravel underfoot and the rustling of leaves were the only sounds around him. The air felt crisp, and with each breath, he felt grounded, steady. But as he reached a bend in the road, something strange started to happen. At first, it was subtle. The trees along the path seemed taller than before. Maybe it is a trick of the light or the way the branches stretched toward the sky. But then you noticed you hands, they looked smaller, his fingers thinner. He lifted them to his face in confusion, and thats when he realized his clothes were beginning to hang off him.Stopping, there is a sudden feeling of panic flashing through you. You can feel yourself shrinking. Your feet slipped out of your shoes, your pants crumpling around your legs as your shirt became an oversized tent. The world around you grew vast, alien, every detail amplified. The gravel now looked like giant rocks, towering and intimidating. Your heart raced as he looked around, frantically trying to understand what was happening. It is then that you feel a strange, twitchy sensation in his nose and a sharp awareness of every sound, every scent. You can hear the faint hum of insects nearby and the soft ruffling of feathers overhead. You stumbled forward, now barely able to move under the weight of your clothes, and as you free himself, he caught sight of your own reflection in a small puddle beside the road.
A mouse stared back.
Sven screams. Or thinks he is screaming - the only thing reaching his ears is a loud, high-pitched squeaking sound. He takes off running, over large rocks on the road, off the road and into a forest of blades of grass that are taller than he is. He slows and turns his head to check his body, in case that puddle was lying to him. But he does have too much fur, too many legs, not enough fingers - and is that a tail!?
The man turned mouse, huddled at the edge of the road screaming his small little mousy squeaks, trying to make sense of his tiny new body and the massive, towering world around him. Every rustle of leaves, every breeze, every shadow seemed magnified, looming, and unnervingly alive. But then, he felt it. A prickle down his spine, a sense of something watching him. A dark shape plunged toward him from the sky. A hawk, its wings spread wide, talons gleaming in the light, was diving straight for him. Every instinct screamed at him to run. The road, which only moments ago had felt solid and comforting, now seemed endless. Pebbles that were once beneath notice now towered like boulders in his path, as the shadow loomed larger and larger. He heard the rush of air as its wings sliced downward, closer and closer. The hawk circled, its piercing eyes scanning the ground, talons ready to strike.
continues to scream --- well, squeak. At this point, he is less concerned with the mechanics of his sudden metamarphosis or how he got himself into this situation, and more concerned with not turning into a giant bird's dinner. He keeps on running - where is a parked car when you need one? There's something huge in front of him. It's hard to tell whether this is a truck, a car or something else entirely from this perspective, but Sven doesn't care. He just wants to hide underneath until this roc-sized bird is gone.
Sven's tiny paws trembled as he spots something that might be his salvation: the undercarriage of a parked truck a little ways down the road. He darts toward it, his small legs carrying him faster than he ever could have imagined as a human. The gravel felt rough against his paws, each tiny stone a hurdle he had to jump or dodge around. But the thought of those deadly talons drove him forward, and finally, he reached the shadow cast by the truck. Panting, he squeezed underneath it, disappearing into the labyrinth of metal, rubber, and darkness. He curled up against one of the tires, pressing his body close to the rough rubber, hoping the hawk wouldnt spot him here. His small body shook as he listened intently, each gust of wind and distant chirp of birds making him flinch. The hawks shadow reappeared, circling above the truck, its sharp eyes scanning for any sign of him. It landed on the road with a thud, its talons clicking against the pavement as it stalked the area, head tilting, looking, listening. John held his breath, pressing himself even closer to the cool rubber of the tire, praying that it wouldnt see him in the dim light.
@sven's tiny paws trembled as he spots something that might be his salvation: the undercarriage of a parked truck a little ways down the road. He darts toward it, his small legs carrying him faster than he ever could have imagined as a human. The gravel felt rough against his paws, each tiny stone a hurdle he had to jump or dodge around. But the thought of those deadly talons drove him forward, and finally, he reached the shadow cast by the truck. Panting, he squeezed underneath it, disappearing into the labyrinth of metal, rubber, and darkness. He curled up against one of the tires, pressing his body close to the rough rubber, hoping the hawk wouldnt spot him here. His small body shook as he listened intently, each gust of wind and distant chirp of birds making him flinch. The hawks shadow reappeared, circling above the truck, its sharp eyes scanning for any sign of him. It landed on the road with a thud, its talons clicking against the pavement as it stalked the area, head tilting, looking, listening. He held his breath, pressing himself even closer to the cool rubber of the tire, praying that it wouldnt see him in the dim light. (fixed)
Sven waits. What else can he do? He can't fight off a hawk, at least not in this state. How did he end up like this, anyway? Is he dreaming? He tries to pinch himself, but that isn't that easy without a thumb. He bites his cheek, but still can't seem to wake up. But hmm. Maybe he can /grow/? He might still be asleep. And in that case - it's his dream after all.
And in many ways, the only reasonable thought would be that is Sven is dreaming, but if he is, it feels very really. His little mouse heart races as he can hear the sound of talons as it slowly moves towards him, the hawk look for a tasty treat. someone little heart was still racing as he stayed hidden under the truck, his beady eyes darting around, alert for any movement. But just as he began to calm down, he heard the sound of an engine rumbling in the distance. His tiny ears perked up, and he glanced out from his hiding place just in time to see the hawk still circling overhead, stubbornly searching for its lost prey. Then, in a single, dreadful instant, it happened. A car came roaring around the bend, speeding down the road toward the truck. The hawk, so focused on scanning the ground for Sven, didnt even notice. It swooped low, its sharp eyes and talons locked on the shadows below. There was a horrible screech and a flurry of feathers as the car struck the hawk, sending it tumbling to the ground in a crumpled heap, wings splayed at awkward angles. The car sped on, unaware of the drama it had left behind, leaving the road once again quiet and empty.
And in many ways, the only reasonable thought would be that is Sven is dreaming, but if he is, it feels very really. His little mouse heart races as he can hear the sound of talons as it slowly moves towards him, the hawk look for a tasty treat. Sven's little heart was still racing as he stayed hidden under the truck, his beady eyes darting around, alert for any movement. But just as he began to calm down, he heard the sound of an engine rumbling in the distance. His tiny ears perked up, and he glanced out from his hiding place just in time to see the hawk still circling overhead, stubbornly searching for its lost prey. Then, in a single, dreadful instant, it happened. A car came roaring around the bend, speeding down the road toward the truck. The hawk, so focused on scanning the ground for Sven, didnt even notice. It swooped low, its sharp eyes and talons locked on the shadows below. There was a horrible screech and a flurry of feathers as the car struck the hawk, sending it tumbling to the ground in a crumpled heap, wings splayed at awkward angles. The car sped on, unaware of the drama it had left behind, leaving the road once again quiet and empty.
Sven slowly, very slowly crawls out of his hiding place. Past the tire, he scurries over and around large rocks, towards the edge of the road. The road turns into dirt with the occasional patch of high, -very- high grass. There's a trailer in front of him, maybe he can get in. Or hide underneath. But what then? He can't live like this, can he?
The car suddenly stops and it is reverse lights spring on as it starts to rapidly reverse heading back towards where Sven is hiding. The car stops and the door opens. The first thing Sven sees is a pair of booted feet and then as he gets a better view, it is a blond woman in her mid-twenties. Her blue eyes lock upon Sven, seemingly afraid of the small mouse or without any other real indication even how she knew Sven was there. She kneels down, setting her hand flat on the ground with her palm up, "Come here little one." She says with a smile.
Sven freezes. He is not moving an inch closer to the stranger, at least for now. He tries to speak, explain to the woman that he's not actually a mouse, but no words come out - only more high-pitched squeaking noises.
Sven notices that at least, this stranger does not look particularly hungry. That's a definite improvement over the hawk.
The blond woman nods, her curls bouncing as she does. For a moment it seems like she actually knows what Sven is trying to explain to her but then it becomes apparent she doesn't, "You poor little one. Come here, we can fix it. I know you are not a mouse, you have been hexed." She remains kneeling with her hand out as she waits patiently, "I am Sarah Durmont, I am with the White Circle." She says, lowering her voice a degree as she mentions circles. But it is already odd enough where she is parked in the middle of the road, giving attention to a little field mouse.
At that, Sven eventually moves forward and climbs onto the giant, strangely warm hand. He makes a nodding motion that must look pretty comical in his current shape - hexed, yes! That makes sense. He's dreaming about being hexed. Hopefully this stranger can help? He lifts his head, peering up at the face somewhere high above.
A warmth began to spread through someone small body, tingling and unfamiliar. The world around him grew hazy, and he felt himself expanding, his tiny limbs stretching, paws becoming hands, whiskers fading as his face shifted back to something recognizable. Within moments, he was standing before her, fully human again, wrapped in a cloak she had conjured to shield him from the autumn chill. Sarah stepped back, a serene smile on her face as she nodded approvingly. "Welcome back, little one," she said, her voice rich with power and kindness. "The curse was not meant for you, but fate works in mysterious ways. Take care from here on, and remember, not all strange things are meant to harm." With that, she turned, getting back into her car and drives off, disappearing down the road, leaving Sven standing there in awe. Whatever mysteries lay ahead, perhaps being given a second chance, for reasons he might never fully understand.
A warmth began to spread through Sven's small body, tingling and unfamiliar. The world around him grew hazy, and he felt himself expanding, his tiny limbs stretching, paws becoming hands, whiskers fading as his face shifted back to something recognizable. Within moments, he was standing before her, fully human again, wrapped in a cloak she had conjured to shield him from the autumn chill. Sarah stepped back, a serene smile on her face as she nodded approvingly. "Welcome back, little one," she said, her voice rich with power and kindness. "The curse was not meant for you, but fate works in mysterious ways. Take care from here on, and remember, not all strange things are meant to harm." With that, she turned, getting back into her car and drives off, disappearing down the road, leaving Sven standing there in awe. Whatever mysteries lay ahead, perhaps being given a second chance, for reasons he might never fully understand.