Writers' Games - Free Falling {CLOSED}

India Fox's POV

The morning comes without warning. A cannon's boom jolts me out of my unguarded rest, afraid I was the one who had died. I check all my limbs and body for wounds, but I am clean save some non-fatal scratches and bruises. I wonder who died; whoever it is, they just leave me one spot closer to victory. I nervously fiddle with my knife, unsure of what to do. Dawn is still rising, but I do not know if I will be able to hunt for tributes today; my limbs are much too stiff from sleeping on a rock, as well as the knawing hunger in my abdomen from not eating. I may have to climb a tree and eat, to save my energy for the next task. Before I can make a decision, however, the rules are changed. Again. 

I blink twice as the lights turn on in the sky, a face shimmering down an staring at me. "G-God?" I whisper, reaching out with my fingertips to him. He ignores me, looking off into another direction, turning slowly. I forgot, it's the Head Gamemaker. Scoffing, I curl back up into a ball, nails clutching my the torn fabric covering my arms, blood running in trails down my limbs. 

"Evening, tributes," he smiles wickedly, his blindingly white teeth glinting in the light. I shudder in anger, tucking my arms under my legs as I await his next torture. But even as my anger subsides, the shaking continues, a strange rippling feeling coursing through my veins, changing something. Like when we had wings. I wish I still had my wings, but this time, I could use them as weapons... Yeah, that'd be awesome. "I wish I had weapon wings," I giggle, falling bluntly to my side, head bumping a rock. The pain only makes me laugh harder, so much that I almost miss his announcement. "Today, you will be transformed for 24 hours." 

Huh. I wonder how they will-

Suddenly a painful, ripping and stretching feeling courses throughout my body. My limbs scream in protest as they grow and shrink, my jaw expanding into a muzzle; my tailbone actually has a use now. The pain subsides as the transformation ends. I glance back, admiring my long new addition. The tail stretches back at almost a half length of this new body, whipping slowly back and forth through the chilled air. I gasp in surprise, turning in quick circles as I try to survey my new body. I believe I am a... Tiger. A predator, fearless and merciless. Perfect. 

A small snap sounds behind me, and I whip my head around on instinct, claws contracting on my wide paws. My mouth waters as I spot a flash of brown, darting quickly back into the forest. With a roar of excitement, I gave pursuit, paws thumping the bloody grass as I quickly gained ground on the small mammal. As I come closer, the creature glanced back in fear, eyes glinting in its small face. A feral roar screams in my throat, surprising even myself as I dive at the animal, my strong jaws clamping around its bottom half. I catch a whiff in the air, and it's meaning pops into my head. 

Oh god, please no. 

I tilt my head in confusion, paw trapping the little monkey easily. Then it hits me; tigers and other animals don't just talk to communicate, they use body language, smells, and other forms of communication. I roll my tiger eyes, thinking about how to speak back. I don't know how to release those scents to this other tribute, whoever it may be. Obviously a girl, because Devlin would never plead for his life in such a manner. Mentally shrugging, I bend my head down to her level, trying my best to talk in this new language. 

Who you? I manage to growl, hopefully sending the right message. The little monkey flinches, farting. I scrunch my nose, but no words are in that gas. Just fear. I try again, putting a small yup in my words. Who are you? I try again, purposely enunciating every syllable as hard as I could. Maybe she just didn't understand me the first time.