Slimy, that's how she always felt when she took this shape. It felt weird to be able to breath underwater and to not feel the chill of the ocean. She was lithe, silver in the cold water with fins where her arms use to be and a beautiful thick tail where her legs use to be. Her nose had grown into her mouth and whenever she opened it chirps rang through the water from her throat. She could have chosen to be anything, but for Miriana dolphins had always been the least disgusting sea creature. Still, she hated the slimy feeling of their skin.
She swam as fast as she could, for the daughter of a pirate the ocean had always terrified her, and she wanted to be out of it as soon as possible. It was no wonder then that when she saw the shore, with a forest growing almost right to the beach, she jumped out of the water, chirping with glee. As soon as she fell back in she jumped once more, relishing the wind on her face. It didn't take her long to reach the land and she flopped as far out of the water as she could before changing shape.
The silver skin of the dolphin seemed to melt off of her, her fins stretched and broke as her arms began to take shape once more. Her tail split in half, morphing back into two human legs until finally, a young girl lay in the sand, completely naked. She had long black hair and smoldering red eyes. Her ears were sharp and pointed like that of the elven race. Two horns, much like those on a ram grew from her skull, and behind her a long reptilian tail grew from her tailbone. It always took her a few moments after a long time having shape changed to find her own sense. Standing on shaky legs she looked around her surroundings. The sun was still high in the sky and the warmth beat down on her, making her curl her toes and let out a hum of pleasure.
Ahead of her the forest stretched away, in the daylight it looked very inviting and exciting. Her first day on her own and already it looked promising. She had always thought life off of a pirates ship would be horribly boring, but right now, it felt like she might be wrong. Taking a deep breath-not even glancing back at the ocean- she took her first few steps into the woods.
The light was much dimmer her then it had been on the beach and she felt herself growing a bit cold. "Looks like you're out of luck for clothes miri." She sighed to herself. She usually always carried spares with her, but her ejection off the boat had been so sudden that she hadn't been able to pack. Not like she'd have been able to keep those clothes dry in the ocean. She sighed again as she thought of the look of fury on her captains face and the look of pure horror and fear on the crew. Most of them had liked her, and so the sudden command of their captain to throw her overboard had come as a shock to them. She knew they were weak, otherwise they never would have done as he had commanded.
Shaking herself she realized that the sun was setting and if she didn't want to freeze to death she'd have to find some shelter. Picking up as many branches as she could, she built herself a little shelter, and just to make sure she wouldn't freeze she changed shape once more. Fur grew all along her body, her back arched and snapped, dropping her onto all fours. She let out a soft cry which turned quickly into a howl. Ears popped up where her horns had been, but the eyes stayed the same, bright and red as she curled up in her little shelter and let her eyes close.
Shreiks woke her in the middle of the night and her fur stood on end. A growl rose in her throat as she looked out from her shelter, wondering what could be making such a horrible sound.