Giselle Ixander's Story

Giselle checked his small bag of clothes and food before closing it and silently leaving his home in the village. He walked through the woods for quite a while, hours if he was correct. Nothing had happened, it was just another day in the forest, until he ran upon a few rascals who had taken his bag and most of the clothes he was wearing.

Cold and embarressed to be seen so scantily clothed he shifted into a small red kitten, and now at an even slower pace due to smaller feet and legs, he made his way to where he had heard a town was. The town sounded wonderous to Giselle, full of other creatures, and interesting places. He couldn't wait to get there and meet new people. Though after a few days he had lost some of his enthusiam and started to become a bit worried and nervous. That was all wiped clean though as he steeped through a opening in the trees to find himself on a street of the said town.

His kitten eyes were wide with excitement and amazment at how much different it was from his own tiny village. The people alone were enough to send Giselle in a daze of wonder. He mewed happily and began to explore, though as a kitten it wasn't as fun since he was so small. He stopped at a building that was supposedly an inn, deciding that he would explore more later once he was back to a larger form and better clothed. He gently pawed at the door and opened it himself and slips inside.

He wonders around the room, having to run almost to stay out from under the feet of the occupying people. The smell made his eyes water and he wondered where he was. He mews and goes to a corner that was the least occupied, hoping that perhaps he could somehow get out of everyones way.