oh this thread, it's red, it's red

MERCUTIO o' me of little faith Time, space, the universe and everything… it’s always been an incomprehensible pile of shit but Mercutio was reaching whole new levels of Done. He’d never tried for answers when it came to all that nonsense, and tiny pieces he’d vaguely thought he knew had been completely obliterated when he’d been pulled from one reality and thrust into an entirely new one. Again.. and again… “Fuck it all to hell, not ag-“ was all he got out when with a flash of light and a horrible suffocating feeling he was yanked from the desolate reaches of a cold mountain range. Yes, again. The universe is the biggest bitch in—well—the universe. His soul, for he must now admit there was some sort of continuous self that he was, had passed through world and void and world again, had walked horizons it seems in days and hours and millennia that folded and snapped taught and tugged him away. In each new fragment of a life he knew who he was, had memories of moments and sensations of a life lived in one long piece and a handful of shards trailing on the end. He wasn’t always sure what he was, at least at first, and being in an entirely new body that was all at once the same was.. well it was best not to think on it too hard. The how and the why of it all was not Mercutio’s to figure out. He had fooled himself, once or twice in fanciful daydreams and undisclosed desires that there was a golden thread that he was following. A fleeting shadow that came and was gone just before he could catch up. And how long would this one last, this body this life this time, a moment? A lifetime? His first thought when he was finally up to thinking again was that maybe it wasn’t worth getting up. Now, something to understand about being inadvertently being sucked through a portal to another world is that it’s really fucking disorienting. There was a moment as he appeared when it was a man that lay in the long grass, by the time he was conscious enough to take stock of things, he was a hulking grey wolf. Eventually, Mercutio decided the little rock poking him in the side was a good enough reason to move, and the wolf rose to a sitting position. He took a long, lazy look down at himself. Quadruped again..nice…oh! He smacked his mouth, tongue lolling out. Wow, teeth. Those are new.” --- "Speaking." - ooc: Anyone is welcome but if I could ask that no one point out to Mercutio that he's actually a human, you know, for plot reasons!