Entertainment of the Gods: Chapter 3 Changes
Warning: This story, but not every chapter in this story contains acts of a homosexual nature. If your squeamish and don't like homosexual sex depicted in graphic detail then don't read this story, otherwise enjoy.
If your looking for SEX then check out the first sex scene on chapter 6
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Chapter 3: Changes
Seth woke up with the morning sun shining in his face. He yawned, and looked up at what was one of the most colorful and beautiful sunrises he had ever seen. He stared at it for a few more minuets as he started to wake up . The last thing he remembered was the sun just barley coming up over the cliffs. It looked like it was still it the exact same spot.
'There is no way I could only have slept ten or fifteen minuets and feel this awake,' he thought to himself. He thought about that for a minuet, before realizing he must have slept through the previous day and night. He then realized he didn't feel sore anymore, he actually felt great for once. He yawned once more, and stood up, and looked around.
When he stood up he realized he could see the tops of the two boulders he was standing next to. He could have sworn that they were the same two he had picked out the day before.
'But it couldn't be,' he told himself. 'These boulders were way taller than I am, and these two are the same height. Na they can't be the same ones.'
Seth took a step forward, but something felt strange. He looked down at the ground, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His stomach and legs were green. He touched his leg with a hand, wanting to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Then he noticed his hand was green too. He brought his hands up to his face, and turned them back and forth, not sure if they were really his.
They moved like his hands, but they were green and covered in scales. He could also see he only had three fingers and a thumb. But the fingers he did have were much wider, longer, and much bigger than before. He turned his hand over, and he could see his palms were much thicker than they should be. Then he noticed the long, curving, black, claws on the tips of his fingers.
He was still in shock, and he still wasn't sure that it was really real. He touched one of the claws with his other hand, and the claw felt sharp and pointed. As he looked at his large, clawed, green hands he noticed that he could see something in front of his face. He brought his hands to his face, but his face didn't feel the same. He was able to wrap his hands around the front of his face, and he realized he had an animal's muzzle. He ran his hands over his face feeling the changes.
He could feel a set of eight short horns on the top and sides of his head. He felt thick protruding ridges above and below his eyes. His ears felt like they were in the same spot, but they were much larger than before. Seth took his hands off his face, and looked down his shoulders and arms. Again everything was green and covered in scales, but he could tell one thing was different.
Seth had never liked to exercise, he wasn't obese, but he also wasn't thin either. He always had thin flab arms for as long as he could remember and to him, his arms had looked featureless. His forearm had always been one solid blob, and he could only see his biceps when he flexed his arms. But the green scale covered arms he was looking at looked completely different because he could clearly see where his shoulder connected to his arm. It was no longer the continuously smooth shape he remembered. Instead he could see all the different muscles in his shoulders, and he could see where the shoulder and arm came together. He could even make out his biceps even thought he wasn't flexing his arms. Even more shocking was that he could see more than half a dozen different curving lines running down his forearm.
His skin felt smooth and leathery, as he ran his hand up and down his forearm. He squeezed his arm, but it didn't feel soft and squishy like he had expected, instead it felt incredibly firm and even hard. He wrapped his hand around his biceps and flexed his arm, and his biceps swelled against his hand. Even though his arms felt hard, and was more well defined they hadn't gotten much larger. They were just as thin and skinny as he remembered. Which of corse wasn't very big at all, especially when compared to his jock brother who worked out all the time.
Seth startled himself so badly with his next discovery that he fumbled backwards and almost fell over. He managed to catch his balance at the last moment, and when he did his hands went immediately down to his crotch. He could feel his chest tighten as he started to panic. It was so bad that he was having a hard time breathing. He didn't realize until that moment that he was naked. He couldn't even remember how his cloths got off or where they were. It didn't really matter because he could see that his dick and balls were gone.
Where his dick and balls should have been his crotch was perfectly smooth. He continued groping himself with both hands, but all he could see and feel was a slight bulge where his genitals should have been. He followed the bulge downward until he ran his hands between his legs, and onto something even stranger. He grabbed whatever it was with both hands, and he could feel his hands rubbing against it, which felt very bizarre. It was so thick that he couldn't get both of his hands around it. Grasping it with both hands he gently pulled it forward so he could see what it was. He had to spread his legs apart as he pulled it around in front of him.
He stare at it, confused and bewildered because it was a tail. He looked it over starting from his crotch down to the tip. It was long with the same green color. He stared at it for a few minuets then grabbed the tip of his tale. He gave it a hard squeeze just to see if it was real, and he could feel a mild sting as he squeezed it. He let go of his tail, and it dragged across the ground as it swung back into its proper position.
Seth looked down, and rubbed a hand over his naked and featureless crotch again, still unable to believe it was gone. As he stared at his crotch he quickly noticed something odd about his legs. He could see that they were green like the rest of him, but they were shaped differently. He stuck a leg out in front of him, and turned it from side to side, and he could see that his calf bent back. There was also an additional segment below his calf which connected to his foot. He could see his legs had the same basic shape as a velosiraptor.
He then looked down at his feet, and they didn't even come close to looking human. His feet were proportionately larger and wider. There were three thick and rather long toes pointing forward, and one pointing backwards. He could see that each toe was tipped with a long and curved, black talon. He turned his foot one way, and then the next as he looked it over. As he turned his foot back and forth it brought his attention back to his leg again.
He could see different lines and shapes in his legs, that had never been there before. He looked closer, and he could make out individual muscles even when he was standing still. He ran his hand down his leg, and he could feel the different strands of muscle, as they created new and different curves that weren't there before.
He knew the leg he was looking at was his, but in his mind he still couldn't believe it. His legs had always been flabby with do definition what so ever. But now he could see the different muscles in his leg with shocking detail.
Even thought his legs looked like they had about a 2% body fat on them they were still very skinny. It was as if all of the fat on his body had melted away leaving nothing but the muscle behind. He realized if his legs weren't fat any more then maybe the rest of him wasn't either. It was to much to hope for, but he looked up to his stomach anyways. He expected to see his normal love handles and flabby belly, which he always referred to it as his computer callas. Instead he found a set of well defined abs. They looked even more defined then anything he had seen on those stupid excessive programs on TV.
"Just eat an entire dragon and you can have chiseled abs just like me," he half chuckled to himself. He continued to stare at his new green scale covered belly. He stood there looking over every detail, and finally patted himself on his stomach. His stomach felt hard and smooth, and he could feel himself getting excited as he looked himself over.
As he was looking himself over he realized he didn't have a six pack, but oddly instead he had an eight pack. He also realized he no longer had a belly button, which to him looked like an improvement. The more he looked himself over the more he liked what he was seeing. He ran a hand up his sides and he could actually feel his ribs. He looked down, and he could even see them expand and contract with each breath. He then turned his attention to his chest.
Seth had never worked out willingly in his life, and as a result he never had any real upper body strength to speak of. A soft life of playing video games on his days off from school had left him soft and flabby. With his fat melted away, he could at least make out where his chest started and stopped. He could see the breast bone protruding from the middle of his chest, and any muscle he had was so thin he could just barley make it out.
As he continued to explore his new body, he ran his hands down his chest and stomach. He was surprised when he felt the tips of his claws rubbing against something along his sides. He lifted his arm, and was shocked to find green leathery skin protruding from his sides. He could see that it ran down the entire length of his body ending part way down his tale. He grabbed the edge of it with one hand, and he could feel his claws digging into it. He turned, and looked over his shoulder, and he could see two limbs protruding from his back. He could tell they weren't arms just by looking at them. They were both green just like the rest of him; they were thicker at the base, and he could make out all the different muscles as they merged with his back. He followed the strange limbs up higher with his eyes. As he looked it over he could see that they were covered with thick corded muscle from the base of his back all the way up the second segment.
"They almost look like wings. But no that's not possible. There's no way I could fly, I would be to heavy." Seth thought about it for a minuet and realized that the dead dragon, or what ever it was had wings. 'And if something that big could fly then maybe I could to,' he thought to himself.
Seth's thoughts were interrupted as the sun started to shin in his face. He let go of his wings, and stepped out from between the two boulders. As he did he noticed something very different as he walked, and he looked down at his big clawed feet again. He didn't even realize that differently shaped legs and feet might change how he walked.
Slowly, and watching every move he made, he took another step, and then another. He stared at his feet, and started walking slowly and clumsily across the rock covered beach. To him it felt very strange, almost like he was wearing stilts. Each stride was much longer than normal with a bit of a spring to each step.
As he continued down the beach he realized he was slowly starting to get the hang of it. He had to be careful that the talons on his feet didn't get curled under when he put his foot down. He started feeling like he had control of his new reptilian legs, and eventual he was able to walk without watching his feet. He continued further down the beach, and actually started to quicken his pace.
What was a fast walk turned into a run. A running pace then turned into a sprint, and he couldn't believe how fast he was going. The seen around him was blurring past his face so fast that it looked like he was riding his bike. He could here himself breathing harder, but he wasn't getting tiered yet. He could barley run a mile in gym class without wearing himself out, and he was sprinting, not running.
Seth eventual started to feel the fatigue from his all out sprint, but not before he ran out of beach, as a huge pile of broken rocks blocked his path. He brought his sprint down to a walk, as he neared the pile of rocks. It looked as if a huge section of the cliff had broken off, and slid down the base of the cliff. He looked up at the pile of rocks as he stood there catching his breath. He could see that some of the rocks were as big his house, maybe even bigger.
The sun had just barely come up over the edge of the cliff. He could feel the warmth from the morning sun as it shown down on him, and the air smelled crisp and fresh. There wasn't a sound to be heard, and it gave him a soothing felling of peace. He stood looking out over the lake, and he could see reflections from the surrounding cliffs in the still water. His mouth felt hot and dry, as his breathing returned to normal.
The water started looking cool and refreshing as he stood staring at it, and he walked up to the edge of the water to get himself a much needed drink. He didn't have a glass so he got down on his hands and knees, and bend over. He got his head part way down when the sudden image of a monster's head appeared in front of him. It scared the crap out of him, and he jumped back onto his feet.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around for the creature that he just saw. He felt like a complete dumb ass, as he realized it was his own reflection that had scared him. But the image he saw wasn't his own, it looked like some kind of monstrous reptile.
He knelt down over the water again, and slowly leaned forward. He watched as a reptilian head crept into view. He sat looking at his own reflection, but still couldn't believing that he was looking at himself. He turned his head, and the image in the water did the same. The head in the reflection was shaped basically like that of a velosiraptor, but with a slightly thicker muzzle. He could see large nostrils on the end of his muzzle, and the bulging curve in his lower jaw as it connected to his head. His head looked completely reptilian from the scaly green skin to the eight, short, black, and study horns protruding from the back and sides of his head. He noticed that the eyes staring back at him weren't brown any more, but instead they were an emerald green, and were shaped like a cat's. He looked more closely, and he could see that the whites of his eyes weren't white at all, but instead they were pure black.
He sat staring at his own reflection, examining his new head from every possible angel. The more he looked at his reflection, the more he realized it was rather handsome looking for a reptile. He turned his head, and beared his teeth, and his reflection took on a truly predatory, and even frightening look. He pulled his thin reptilian lips back, and he could see a mouth full of long and pointed teeth, with the front fangs being the longest. He felt a brief moment of fear as he started at his own monstrous reflection. It took him a few minutes, but that fear turned into pride as he realized that he was the monster in the reflection. 'Know one would pick on someone with teeth like that, but of corse I'm the only one here,' he thought to himself. He had, had enough of staring at his reflection, and he lowered his head for that much needed drink.
Seth stood up from his drink, and started walking down the beach in the direction he had come from. He paid close attention to the feel of his new body as he walked. He even noticed that the sharp rocks he was walking on weren't hurting his feet like they had before. It felt strange to him, to be walking bare foot without the sharp rocks cutting into his feet any more.
When he made it back to the remains of the half eaten dragon, he found his cloths and his shoes next to it covered in dried blood. He picked up his torn shirt, and it looked incredibly small as he held it in his hands, and his shoe wasn't even half the length of his new clawed feet. He had been only five feet two inches as a human. But as he looked at his torn clothes and shoes, he realized he had to be at least seven feet tall, maybe even taller.
Seth spent most of the day looking himself over, still finding out things he hadn't noticed before. He spent his time either wrapping his hands around his new muzzle, or sitting down looking at the talons on his big reptilian feet. He even found sitting to be a new challenge.
The first time he went to sit down on a rock he actually fell off. As he went to sit down he didn't realize he had to move his tail up and out of the way. The sudden stabbing pain in his rear startled him so much that he missed the rock and landed on the ground. After a little trail and error he eventual figured out how to sit down. The first few times he simply lifted his tail out of the way with his hands. As strange and awkward as it was to have a five foot long tale sticking out of his rear, he decided he had better learn to live with it. It wasn't like he could just cut the thing off, and it wasn't like he could pretend it wasn't there.
He spent a few hours getting a feel for his tail. He could get it to flop one way and then the next, and he learned how to make it twist and turn as he wanted it to. He found that his tail wasn't as stiff and ridged as he had thought it would be. Instead he found it was incredibly flexible, so much so that he could even coil it around his arm or leg. He even found he could wrap it around rocks and pick them up. To Seth having a tail was about the weirdest thing he had ever experience. He knew it was now a part of him, even if he had only had it since that morning.
It had only been maybe six hours since he first woke up. At first he found his new dragon body to be strange and exciting at the same time. But as the day wore on he realized he couldn't go out in public looking the way he did. 'What would my parents think when they see me,' he thought. 'And how would Steve and everyone else react.' He started to get worried as he thought about how everyone would react to seeing him as a seven foot tall green dragon.
The feeling of excitement suddenly turned into fear, that felt like acid in the pit of his stomach. 'Well one good thing at least my brother and his punk friends wont be able to beat on me any more,' he thought to himself. As rewarding as that idea was it didn't make him feel any better. His feelings of self dread were interrupted with the feeling of hunger coming from his stomach.
Seth had been so caught up with thinking about what other people were going to think when they saw him, that he forgot that he was all alone. 'How am I going to get home,' he thought to himself. But he could find no answer to his question, and he realized he was still stuck at the bottom of a giant hole with no way out and nothing to eat.
"Well there is one thing here I can eat," he said to himself, as he remembered about the half eaten dragon. He got up, and walked over to the partly eaten remains. He felt disgusted when he looked at the half eaten corpus. The ground was stained dark red and black, from all the dried blood. Small bits of flesh still clung to the bones that made up it's once massive legs. It's guts had spilled out over the ground, and started to swell like balloons as they began to rot under the hot sun, expanding with the gases given off from rotting flesh.
Hunger was what had brought him to look at the ripening body, but he suddenly lost his appetite as the smell of decay washed over him. Seth would have been able to smell the smell of decaying flesh in the air even if he were still human. He could just barley bring himself to look at the bulging mass of spilled entrails that covered the ground, let alone eat any. About all that was left were it's guts, the ends of it's feet, it's head with it's tongue still hanging out, and of course it's leathery wings.
His situation was beginning to feel hopeless, as he looked over the rotting remains, even it's tail was almost half eaten. 'But the tail is nothing but muscle and bone,' he thought to himself. There was still about twenty feet of tail on the end that hadn't been eaten yet, and he quickly walked up to it.
He could see that there was enough meat to last for about a week. He knelt down next to the half eaten tail, and realized he didn't have any way to cut it or even cook it. He didn't have a lighter, not that it would make any difference being that there wasn't any dry wood to make a fire with.
As he desperately thought about how he could make a fire, he caught the smell of rotting meat again. He looked down at the partly eaten tail, and lowered his muzzle, and gave it a good sniff.
The smell of rotting meat was to strong, but he couldn't tell if it was coming from the tail or the pile of festering entrails. He didn't want to, but he willed himself to stick out his tongue and lick the bloody stump. He held his breath as he ran his tongue over the exposed flesh. He leaned back on his hunches, as he sampled the taste in his mouth. He had never actually eaten spoiled meat before, but he did of course know what it smelled like. It tasted tangy and bitter, and it left a slimy almost sticky feeling in his mouth. It actually tasted similar to the smell of spoiled beef, and he knew it was spoiled. Seth got up and washed the tasted out of his mouth. 'Now what am I going to do,' he thought to himself.
Seth woke the next morning in the same place he had slept the night before. He woke with a rumble in his stomach, and the smell of rotting meat in the air. There was a thick layer of misty fog in the warm morning air. The sun had just come up over the top of the cliffs, but the sky was cloudy, and he could just barely make out the sun through the clouds.
He felt stiff and sore from sleeping on the hard ground. He stood up and stretched his back. He let out a pleasing groan as felt the joints in his back pop. He twisted his head back and forth, and he could hear the joints in his stiff neck pop with each twist. He stretched the rest of his body, and finished by whipping his tale violently from side to side. He wasn't exactly sure on how to stretch his tail, but he could hear cracking and popping noises as he whipped it around, and he knew it must have worked because it didn't feel quite as stiff anymore.
He shook off the rest of his morning stiffness, and walked down to the edge of the lake. His mouth felt like sandpaper, and he helped himself to a long drink of slightly warm lake water. The water felt refreshing, and even helped lessen the feeling of hunger he felt in his stomach, but only for a moment.
The smell coming from the rotting dragon must have grown by a factor of ten while he slept. He gave a big yawn, and inhaled a deep breath of air, and felt like he was going to throw up. He wheezed and coughed, as the pungent smell strung his much more sensitive nose. The smell was so strong that he thought he could almost taste it in his mouth. He fought down the urge to through up again, and started to jog away from the rotting corpus.
He kept jogging, and was having a hard time seeing where he was going due to the thick fog. He finally stop when the smell was no longer overpowering. He could still smell it, but it wasn't bad enough to make him want to through up any more.
He looked around, and could no longer see the dead dragon any more. For that matter he couldn't see much more than a hundred feet in front of him due to the thick fog. He found a rock, and sat down, and this time he moved his tail out of the way before he did. He just sat on the rock, and stared out at the wall of thick white fog surrounding him, wondering what he should do next.
The fog was so thick that he could feel and taste the moisture it in the air. As he sat there contemplating what to do, he could feel the moisture in the air condensing into beads of water on his scaly skin.
Everything in the area was already soaking wet. He didn't pay much attention until drops of water started running down into his eyes. He wiped the water from his eyes, and went back to staring at the fog. He could feel beads of water as they ran down his head, shoulders, and back. He lightly brushed it off his shoulders, but stopped when his hand hit the leathery skin running down his sides, and he looked down at the leathery skin which made up his wings.
It didn't even occur to him that if he had wings that he might actually be ably to fly. The thought had never even crossed his mind until this every moment. He could feel a bit of excitement, and hope at the possibility. He knew that there was no way he could climb up those cliffs, but maybe he could fly out. But he didn't know the first thing about flying. For that matter he had never even been in an airplane before.
He got up off the rock and spread his wings as wide as he could. Up until now he had always carried them folded up and out of the way, and hadn't paid much attention to them. But as he looked over his outstretched wings from top to bottom, he realized that they were much bigger than he thought they were. 'They looked to be about 10 maybe 12 feet long which would mean I have about a 20, or maybe 24 foot wing span,' he thought to himself. But he couldn't tell for sure without measuring them, not that it really mattered.
He could feel and control the wings that had grown out of his back, and it felt very strange. He could feel the muscles on his back and wings flex with every movement, but he was still having a hard time trying to get them to do exactly what he wanted. He could do simple things like lifting them or fold them across his back. He tried more complex movements like flapping, but he would lose his concentration, and the movements would get awkward and irregular the longer he did it.
Moving his arms or any other part of his body at the same time was enough to break his concentration. He was starting to get pissed at not being able to get them to do exactly what he wanted, but he wasn't about to give up. He didn't know how to fly, but he thought that maybe if he got up some speed he might be able to fly or glide over a short distance.
He spread his wing as wide as he could and started running. He was having a hard time running because his wings were creating so much wind resistance. He was getting irritated, and he flapped his wings a few times, hoping it might cut down on the wind resistance. When he did he could feel himself lifting off of the ground, but only for a few seconds.
He could feel himself getting excited as he felt his body lifting off of the ground for the first time. He kept running, and he tried flapping his wings as hard as he could. He felt his feet come off of the ground as he lifted himself into the air. He kept flapping, but he wasn't getting any higher, and he dropped back down to the ground. That brief moment of floating was perhaps the most exciting and fun moment he had ever had. It wasn't just fun because he flew briefly up and down. It was fun because he did it under his own power, and he couldn't wait to try it again.
He didn't know how long he ran up and down the beach flapping his wings. He was so focused on what he was doing that he never even noticed that the fog had disappeared. One minuet everything was pure white, and the next he could see to the other side of the lake.
He had reached the extent of how high and far he could fly, which turned out to be more like gliding. He could get himself into the air, but couldn't stay there. He would get airborne, and then flap his wings the wrong way and come back down again. He climbed up onto the top of a large boulder, and looked out at the lake. He knew he was doing something wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was. The more he thought about it the more pissed he got because he just couldn't think of what it might be.
He realized that getting pissed wasn't going to help, so he took a few deep breaths and tried to cleared his mind. He closed his eyes, and took a few more deep breaths. He held himself perfectly still with his arms at his sides, and concentrated on his wings and only his wings. He started flapping his wings over and over, concentrating on every little movement. He started experimenting by shifting the angle of his wings with every up and down beat, and he was surprised at the results. He could shift his wings to one angle, and he could feel himself being driven down into the ground. Shifting them at another other angle, and he could feel himself lifting up off the ground. He felt a sudden wave of excitement as he realized what he had been doing wrong.
Seth clenched his jaw, and started flapping as hard and fast as he could. His feet lifted up off the ground, and he flew straight up. But his wings weren't made to keep him hovering in midair like a humming bird, and he soon felt the burn in his over worked wings and back. He gave a few more flaps as he floated back down onto the rock.
He stood there for a minuet to catch his breath, and he could still feel the muscles in his back and wings burning from the intense flapping. He stood there looking out at the lake as his breathing came back to normal, and without even thinking about it he leapt off of the rock, and flapped his wings at the same time. He aimed for the water figuring that if he fell, at least he would fall in the water, and to his surprise he didn't fall back to the ground.
He watched the rocky beach past by beneath him. He was soon flying over the water without gaining any altitude. He made one quick attempt to correct his mistake, but it was to late, and he plunged into the water. When he came to the surface he looked around for the shore. He didn't realize it until then, how far he had flown from the shore.
"Well that was fucking stupid," he said to himself.
'What if I had flown out for a mile, and then fell into the water. I don't know if I would be able to swim that far. If I do that again I'll have to make sure I stay closer to shore,' he thought to himself. He took a quick drink from the lake, and started swimming; eventual making it back to shore.
Seth spent the rest of the day practicing how to fly, and he was actually starting to get the hang of it. He found he could get airborne either by running and flapping his wings, or by leaping into the air and flap his wings. He didn't realize just how high he could jump until he had actually tried it. He found he could easily jump over rocks that were taller than he was, even when he was standing still. The running method wasn't as tiering, but he needed the distance to get up some speed, and it also took a bit longed to get into the air that way. He also experimented with combining both the run and jump methods together, which he decided he liked the best.
As he spent the day practicing he made sure to follow the shoreline, and not to fly to far out into the lake. It was a good idea considering he feel in the lake more times that he could count. He started flying longer and longer distances as he began to understand the basic methods for staying in the air. He couldn't do anything fancy yet, or for that matter he couldn't even make turns very well. But as the sun was getting close to setting, he began to feel confident that he could stay in the air without suddenly plummeting to the ground again. He never really cared for physical activity, but he had to admit that he was really enjoying being able to fly under his own power.
The sun started going down over the top of the cliffs, and he wished he could keep flying around the edge of the lake. As the clouds began turning orange and red from the setting sun, he thought that flying in the dark might be a bad idea. That and an entire day of none stop physical activity on an empty stomach was beginning to make him feel tiered. He flew back down to the ground, and began looking for a pile of sand or anything softer than solid rock to sleep on. He eventual found a pile of lose gravel a few feet from the water and laid down. He stretched once, then laid his head down, and was out cold.
He woke the next morning just as the sun was coming up over the cliffs again. There was a thin layer for fog in the air, but we could still see the other side of the lake. It wasn't as thick as it had been the other day. He got up, and rubbed the soreness out of his aching left shoulder. He must have rolled onto a rock while he slept because it felt much worse than the rest of him, with the exception of his empty stomach.
It had already been 2 days since he had any food, and he realized he needed to get something to eat in the next day or two or he would starve to death. 'There is food out there somewhere,' he told himself. The dead dragon was evidence of that, but first he had to get out of the crater. He had the entire day ahead of him, and he knew the more time he wasted on the ground the longer he went hungry.
He felt weak from hunger, but he knew that if he didn't get into the air right now then he may not have the strength to later. He readied himself, and started running, and leapt into the air. Getting off the ground came much more easily this time as he had begun to learn how to use his wings. But this time he wasn't feeling the same sense of joy and excitement as he did the other day. This time it was work, and it was serious, this time he was flying because his life depended on it.
He still flew close to the shoreline. If he did fall in again at least he wouldn't drowning in the middle of the lake. One thing he didn't do when he practiced flying the other day was he never tried flying very high. He figured that if he was going to be falling into the lake over and over again he might as well do it as close to the ground as possible. Staying in the air was relatively easy now. He could stay at a level altitude only having to flap his wing a few times a minuet, but this time he was beating his wing as fast and forcefully as he could.
He watched the ground fall further beneath him. He had never been so high up in his life and, he felt a sudden shiver of fear run through him. He was already over a thousand feet up and he wasn't going to turn back now. So he fought down his fear and kept flapping his wings, and the ground kept getting further and further away.
The top of the cliffs were well over 3000 feet tall, and he eventual reached the top. As he got to the top he could now see down the other side of the cliffs, and he could see that the other side was just as steep. A rocky bottom spread out away from the wall of the cliff, and ended at the edge of an endless sea of water. He wasn't high enough to see around the other side of the crater, but it looked like he was surrounded by water on all sides. There was nothing, but open water in that direction, so he turned towards the direction of the sun and flew towards the other side of the crater.
As he flew he also kept flying higher and higher, and soon he could see the other side. As he had feared there was nothing but more water on the other side, and he couldn't see any land in any direction. 'Well if I stay here I know I will eventual starve to death,' he thought to himself, and he kept flying.
"There's only one thing I can do now, and that's to pick a direction, and not stop until I find land," he said to himself making it sound simple. He was already flying towards the sun, and it seemed as good a direction as any, so he kept flying towards it.
He kept flying until he couldn't see the island anymore, just endless blue water in all directions. He kept the sun directly in front of him so he knew he was flying in a straight line. As the day wore on the sun soon moved above his head. He didn't know how many miles he had flown, but he knew it was a lot. He was flying level, so he wasn't wasting as much energy as he had when he flew up to his present altitude. He might be able to fly all day, but what would happen when it got dark? How long could he fly before he fell asleep? One good thing he thought to himself was that if he did fall asleep he was probably high enough that he would die upon impact.
Seth crossed his arms and tried to put those thoughts out of his head, but it wasn't easy. It was just him and the open ocean far below him, and he was soon back to worrying about everything.
As he tried to put the thought of not finding land out of his head for the third time, he caught a speck of something on the horizon. He looked harder, but he couldn't tell what it was for sure, but it was defiantly something. Minuets later he was a mile closer, and the dot had gotten big enough for him to make it out. He felt excited, and relieved as he realized he had finally found land. It was still far away, but he wanted to be there now. He liked flying, and he even thought it was fun, but right now the only thing he wanted was to have his feet resting on solid ground.
As he got closer, he could start to make out green hills and mountains. He could see smaller island littering the coastline. The coastline was twisty with sharp inlets and protruding peninsulas, but more importantly everything was green, and that meant food.
Seth flew over the smaller islands and continued for the larger mainland. He could start to make out a sandy beach and huge towering trees. He started his decent, and noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and saw a bunch of small animals run off the beach, and into the dense forest. It wasn't that far so he floated down in the general direction of the fleeing animals.
They had disappeared into the forest, and he couldn't see them anymore as he floated closer to the ground. He realized they had probably seen him coming and ran off. He quickly understood why they were on the beach. He could easily make out the remains of a huge half eaten animal that laid on the sandy beach. He floated down, and gave a few flaps of his wings as he gently landed on the sandy beach. He felt like kissing the ground as he felt the smooth sand between his reptilian toes. His attention was quickly pulled away from the joy of finding land by the combination of hunger, and the sight of the giant dead body in front of him.
Whatever it was, it was big, and it was definitely reptilian. It was also very different than the dragon he had seen before. It was green, and had a short neck, and a long tale. He couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like a plant eater. It's legs were short and covered in thick scales that almost looked like it was wearing armored shin guards. It's feet were broad, and it's toes were short with wide and dull looking claws. It was laying on it's side and it's stomach and chest had been ripped wide open.
The sand around the creature was stained red, but the ground wasn't covered with it's guts. The hole in it's side was big enough for him to walk into, and he could see that most of it's guts were already gone. 'The animals had to have been eating it before they ran off,' Seth thought to himself.
He looked around, and he could see plenty of foot prints in the sand, but he couldn't see the animals any more. He walked up to the body for a closer look, and it looked even bigger up close. Each leg was bigger than he was, and it's ribs were sticking out far above his head. He could feel the wet blood beneath his feet, so he knew it had to have died recently. He walked up, and looked inside the huge gaping hole in it's chest. He could see the back side of it's spine and ribs, but not much else. It looked like the inside was completely cleaned out.
He could see lots of long cuts running up and down it's legs, tail, and neck. It looked like some of the animals had started on the outside after finishing off the insides. He walked up to one of the gaping cuts in it's leg. It was level with his chest, and he stopped, and looked it over. The cut was wide, and he could see and smell the fresh, raw, red, meat just below his face. He looked closer, and he could see that the deep wound had partly filled with a pool of blood. The sight of so much blood made him lose his appetite, even though he was on the verge of starving to death. He looked away as he felt himself about to be sick.
He focused his sight on one of the small islands off in the distance, as he fought the urge to throw up. The sight of the gaping wound had distracted him for a few minuets, but as he stared off into the distance he could feel the emptiness in his stomach again. He forced himself to look at the wound for a second time. This time he had prepared himself for what he was about to see.
His hunger felt like someone had stuck a knife in his stomach, and he couldn't take it any more. He took a deep breath, and plunged his head into the open wound, and bit down as hard as he could on the dead creatures flesh. He could feel his teeth slicing through muscle like he was biting into a well-done burger. He pulled his head back, and ripped it away.
He was still holding his breath hoping it might lessen the taste, but it didn't, and he could taste the raw meat in his mouth. It had a very strong taste, which was like nothing he had never tasted before. He couldn't tell if he liked it or not, but he hadn't thrown up yet so it couldn't be that be that bad.
He tried to chew it, but he wasn't mashing it up like he should be. Instead he was just cutting it up into smaller and smaller pieces. He wanted it out of his mouth, but he didn't want to spit it out, so he tilted his head back and swallowed it. He could feel his throat stretching as he forced it down. He forgot that he no longer had a human head, and he remembered from the nature shows he had seen on TV that reptiles swallowed their food whole. He then realized that if he was a reptile, then he would probably have eat like one from now on. He could feel the meat as it hit his stomach, and it made him want more.
Again he drove his muzzle into the open wound, and pulled out another piece of meat. This time he swallowed it right away without trying to chew it. He still found what he was doing disgusting, and the thought of getting food poising from eating raw meat did cross his mind.
He was starting to feel full when he heard growling noises coming from behind him. The sudden unexpected noise made him jump, and turn around with a violent jerk. He turned around just in time to see about two dozen green, dog like reptiles turn and run away, but they didn't keep running for the cover of the forest. Instead they stopped about half way to the edge of the forest, and they turned back to look at him.
They all looked about the same, and they seemed to be behaving like a pack of wild dogs. They walked on four legs, and were about the size of a large dog. He could tell by looking at them that most of them were very strong. Their necks were thicker than their heads, and he could see that their legs were thickly muscled. They had short stubby tails and long pointed muzzles, with large pointed ears on the sides of their heads. He could tell that they were predators by the way they were bearing their fangs and growling at him, and he didn't like the away they were looking at him.
Seth was beginning to feel like a trapped animal as they continued to stare at him, and he was to scared to take his eyes off of them. Then the animals that were closest to him started to take a few slow and cautious steps towards him, triggering the rest of them to start moving as well.
The only thing he could think to do was to scare them away. As he watched them getting closer, he step forward and spread his wings as wide as he could and started yelling. With his wing spread open he suddenly looked many times larger, and the dog like reptiles turned and ran off into the forest again.
He stood there, with his wings spread open for a few more minuets, and he could still see them hiding in the thick vegetation. He knew it wouldn't be long before they tried to rush him again. He knew he may only have a few minuets before they came back. So he hurried back to the carcass, and started feeding at a frantic pace, keeping his eyes on the tree line as he ate.
Sure enough, as a group they emerged from behind the vegetation again. All of them were moving this time, and much more quickly than before. Seth pulled and swallowed down his last piece of meat, and leapt straight up into the air. He beat his wings at the apex of his jump, and he was airborne, with the pack of wild reptiles far below him.
The minuet the creatures saw him get ready to make his jump they ran as one to try and catch him, but they were to slow. Seth looked down at them from several hundred feet up. They looked pissed as they ran back and forth looking for something to attack. A few of them even took their frustrations out on each other, and Seth could hear them growling and hissing as they fought with each other. The rest of them didn't waste any time, and quickly went back to feeding. As Seth looked down at them he even saw a few of them disappear completely inside the carcass.
Seth had just enough time to get his fill of raw meat before being chased off. He never realized how good it felt to have a full stomach until after his had been empty for almost 3 days. He kept flying higher, and farther away from the pack of dog like reptiles. The ground beneath him soon turned into forest as he soared high above the trees.
Getting out from the bottom of the crater and finding food had been about the only thing on his mind since he got sucked into this strange world. Now that he had a full belly he realized he didn't have anything to do. He didn't have anything to do at all. He didn't have to go to school ever again, and he actually laughed out loud to himself as he finally realized it. He wouldn't have to do homework ever again, or have to get up early to go to school. If he wanted to he could sleep as late as he wanted, everyday. He wouldn't have anyone telling him what to do ever again. No more parents or teachers telling him how to think or act. And even better no more brother, and no more of his stupid jock friends to put up with. The sudden sense of limitless freedom was absolutely overwhelming. He could do whatever he wanted, and even more importantly he could go where ever he wanted.
He had been glade to get back to the solid ground earlier, but as he soared through the endless open sky he realized it was the most exhilarating thing he had ever felt. He was beginning to feel confident in his ability to fly. He found he was flying without having to think about every beat of his wings. He had never even thought about his emergency take off earlier, he just did it.
He could feel the warm air passing over his body as he casually beat his wings to stay aloft. There were so many things going through his head that he didn't even realize how far he had flown from the ocean. He looked around and he could just barley make it out between the surrounding hills. He could see taller hills, and even taller mountains ahead of him, and thick jungle far below. 'How am I going to land through all that,' he thought to himself.
Seth started to feel panicked and dizzy as he was unable to find a safe place to land. The first thing he thought of as he looked at the jungle far below, was hitting branches on his way down if he were to try and fly through it. He decided to turn around, and headed back towards the ocean with its wide open sandy beaches.
He passed over the carcass again, and the pack of dog like reptiles were gone. Instead he saw a group of five much larger dinosaur like animals ripping away at the huge carcass. He didn't have any intention of getting closer. From up where he was, he could see that they were green with brown patches. Each was about the size of a cow, and walked on four legs. Their bodies, including their tales and necks, were very long which made them look like snakes with legs. He turned away from the seen below him, and followed the coastline looking for a safe place to land that wasn't full of large hungry predator. He found plenty of spots where he could land but, he kept flying. Something in his gut told him he should get as far from the dead dino as possible.
He knew it the minuet he saw it, that he had found a spot that would make for a safe retreat. He had found a very small island sticking out of the water at the end of a steep peninsula. It was actually more like a giant rock, because it rose vertically out of the water. It was at least a hundred feet tall, and it was taller than it was wide. The top was rounded, and covered in bushes, and other leafy green vegetation. What stone he could see was mostly a grayish color. Everything else was covered in a thick layer of green vines and clinging plants. He aimed for a rocky patch at the top as he came in for a landing.
He spent the next hour or so exploring his new island. The top of the island wasn't very big. It was either covered in thick vegetation or unexpected vertical drops. He found lots of deep holes and cracks, most of which were partly hidden by plants. The most important thing was there weren't any animals on the island big enough to eat him. He did see a few small lizards and salamanders, and the occasional bug, but that was it. He even found a decent spot to sleep. It was nothing more than a large crack in a stone wall, but it was big enough for him to fit inside. The cave floor was solid rock, but Seth though of a great idea as he stood looking at the vegetation around him. Most of the plants had incredibly large leaves. He spent about an hour gathering up as many leaves as he could until he had a deep layer covering the cave floor. When he thought he had enough he tested it out, and was pleased to find that the pile of leaves was actually comfortable. It wasn't as comfortable as his bed, but it was ten times better than the pile of gravel he had slept on the night before.
The sun was getting close to setting, and he guessed he had about an hour of sunlight left. Seth climbed up to the top of the island, and sat down. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and just sat and looked out at the mainland in front of him. He took his time examining the forest with it's monstrously huge trees and thick undergrowth. He realized he had never seen trees quite like the ones he was looking at. They looked a lot like trees he had seen on nature shows from the rainforest of South America or maybe Africa, but they were huge. The really big ones were easily as big around as his house. He was only guessing, but some of them had to be well over a thousand feet tall, and some of the branches were as big around as a school bus.
He sat there taking in the seen around him as the sun started going down over the mountains far off in the distance. He even saw some animals flying around, and he realized they weren't birds. They had a blueish color to them, and looked a lot like large bats with long necks and tails. As he watched them flying around from tree to tree he could tell they were some kind of giant flying lizard. He thought it was strange that all the flying creatures were reptiles instead of birds.
The vibrant colors of the sun set soon started to turn purple, and then black as the sun disappeared behind the mountains. The air still felt hot and humid, but he could no longer feel the suns warmth on his new scaly skin. He sat there until the sky had turned completely black. The night sky was mostly clear and, he sat staring up at it. He could see the two moons coming up over the horizon. The smaller reddish colored one came up first, and the larger blue one was coming up right behind it. Both moons were completely visible which he though was odd. Neither one of them was a half moon or crescent moon shape, instead they were both full. He could make out even more detail at night. He actually thought he could see volcanoes erupting on the red one. He stopped, and looked more closely, and could actually see very dim, but noticeable flashes of red light. He looked away from the red moon, and looked over at the blue one. It looked like a blue marble covered with a swirling white pattern. He had seen plenty of photos of the Earth from space to know that the white stuff were clouds.
The longer he stared at the night sky the more he realized this place was very different from Earth. Sure there were a lot of things that looked similar at first glance. Even the animals and plants had similar characteristics. Even though the plants looked very different, and they were about ten times bigger than anything he had seen on Earth, they were still just plants. They might be shaped differently, but in the end a plant was a plant, or at least he hoped anyways. The reptiles here were clearly much bigger and different, but they still had qualities similar to reptiles from Earth. One thing that was different about all the reptiles he had seen, was that they all had big ears.
Thinking about large ears on the reptiles made him reached up and grabbed his own ears. His ears was still in the same position on the side of his head, but they were easily as big as his hand. The edges felt pointy instead of being rounded, and they felt leathery. 'Well that's one thing that's different,' he thought to himself. With that he took his hand off his ear and got up. There was enough light being cast from the moons that he could see were he was going, and he made his way to his new sleeping spot. He could even see the outline of the trees as well as dark shapes flew through the night sky.