You awaken to the sound of... something cawing. You think it is a bird, but somehow you can't be entirely sure. The next thing you notice is that you are lying spread-eagle on grass. You open your eyes and suddenly wish you hadn't, as the sight before you makes your head spin and your general sense of reality scream in protest. There are rocks. Floating rocks. Big Floating Rocks. {i]IN THE SKY! Your mind struggles with the concept, before simply giving up and watching as Logic packed its proverbial bags for a nice long holiday somewhere. Hawaii is nice this time of the year...

Somehow, after seeing the rocks, nothing else that you see around you tends to surprise you as much as you know it should. Even the fact that you have fur and a tail.

"Hold up." You mutter, "Since when did that happen? And my voice is weird too!" You look at your hands, then exclaim, "Since when did I have inch long steel nails?!" You have the overwhelming urge to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration, but refrain from doing so because you just know that it would not be a good idea. Sighing, you decide it would be best if you took a good long look at yourself. Standing up, albeit ungracefully as you now possess small paws, rather than sturdy feet. It feels like walking in high heels, just without the pain. You wander over to a near-by pond. At first you are rather surprised by it, as the water is 100% reflective. It is like looking at liquid silver, though some part of you inexplicitly knows it is water and safe is to drink. You walk over until you can see your entire body.

You see a tall, white, anthro, and obviously female, fox staring back at you, with strange golden markings that resemble those gold markings on a computer Mother Board or something. Your long ears end in black tips and your left ear is pierced by a red ring. Your eyes are a deep red and give you chills looking at them, even if they are supposedly yours. Your face is more fox than human, though there are some human-like elements to it. You realise that you look a lot like a Renamon, though your snout is a bit shorter and Renamons don't wear clothes. This bit interests you, as it looks akin to what Lara Croft would wear. A khaki top, looking like it was crossed with a sports bra, holds in a small pair of breasts. A short pair of dark Khaki jeans covers your legs, rolled up and pinned so that your shins and knees are exposed. You realise that there is a good reason for this, apart form gratuitous sexiness, as, like most canines, your heels do not touch the ground. Instead, they act like a second pair of knees that bend backwards. If the jeans had draped down the full length, you wouldn't be able to walk without falling over every step. Your entire body is very strongly muscled, yet smoothly hidden beneath your fur. Each hand ends in a pair of black gloves, tipped with inch-long steel claws and you are happy to know that the claws are part of the glove, not you. Your shins and forearms are protected by odd blue armour, engraved with red tribal-like markings.You also have a yellow scarf, made from some unidentified material, around your neck, though the ends are rather frayed. Slung across your back is a sub-machine gun, though not knowing much about guns you can't really tell what make it is, though you are reminded of a Commandramon. Where the stock should be is, instead, an oversized golden bullet, engraved with arcane symbols around the flat end, wedged horizontally in the bullet intake slot, effectively jamming it. It glows softly, though, and you somehow know that it will work.

"Odd I didn't notice it before..." You murmur, referring to when you were on your back. Supposedly this was slung on you at that time, yet you felt no discomfort from lying on it. Slinging the gun back around, you gaze around your new home. There appears to be a large mountain range to the South, a thick forest to the West and a beach front to the North and East that curves slowly between the mountains and the forest. Where should you go?