((Posts in italics are visions/flashbacks/memories))
He could feel heat, but it felt like it was far away. His eyelids fluttered, but they felt heavy. His limbs felt like fire, but also like ice.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and a bright light invaded his vision. He blinked it away as he tried to focus. Once images started to come into focus he realized there was no vegetation around him, just sand. He sat up slowly and looked around, confused. Where was he? Rolling sand dunes stretched for as far as the eye could see and strong gusts of warm wind blew steadily against him. He didn't remember getting here.
He rolled his shoulders and tilted his head around, hearing a few low cracks as he did so. It was hot and dry and windy and the sand was getting in his mouth. Why was he here, of all places? It was miserable and there was no way he would ever be here on his own accord. He tried to think of how he'd gotten here, but nothing came to mind immediately.
So he looked down dejectedly at his feet with his ears laid back. To his surprise his paws were not black as he remembered, but a slightly opaque white color. What the?! He flexed his toes and watched as the toes of the paw moved. Then it dawned on him... he was able to control his own body. He'd never been able to do this before. He'd just been a voice inside a head, fighting for control but never getting it. So what had happened? How had he gotten control over a body that he didn't even recognize?
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