Within an apartment complex by moonlight, the sound of agonized roar could be heard from the 3rd floor. "YES!" Evans, having just felled a gold-crowned anjanath, leaped from his seat, the joy of claiming another achievement under his belt rushing through his veins. His excitement didn't last long, however, as he soon felt unbalanced, the ceiling over his head growing hazy. Plopping back down into his game chair, he muttered, "Must have stood up too fast... *yawn* dman it must be late." His eyelids felt heavier by the second as the victory theme of the hunt grew more distant. "Just a...quick...power..nap ouwta dew.." The words, unintelligible by the second, soon stopped leaving his mouth as Evans shut his eyes to his familiar abode for the last time.
'What is this?' When he came too, Evans found that he could see...nothing. Already assuming the worst, Evans tried stretching his limbs. 'I can barely feel my arms! But my legs seem to be hitting the wall. Am I facing towards it?'
CRACK!
The sound gave Evans pause, as he knew his kicks weren't strong enough to break walls. His toes from bouts of rage would testify if they could. With another kick, his leg was out, and he could feel-'Sticks?' The brittle texture and the light snapping confirmed that his foot was, in fact, outside. Building his courage, he did the most sensible thing he could think of. With a slight tilt, Evans brought his head towards the fragile wall, gambling that it would fall before he would. His wild gambit held as the material gave way. '
Wrrrrmph! (My eyes!) Evans recoiled as light slammed into his seemingly sensitive eyes, the motion sending him onto his back while breaking the rest of his brittle confines. A pinching feeling at the back of his neck suddenly registers in his mind as his feet leave the ground. Evans flails his legs before pausing as his nose registers a scent. It felt warm. calming. Motherly even. Whatever was holding him gently placed him upright on his feet. It soon steeped into his limited vision.
'Um?' The large creature was still hazy, with no color visible, yet a reptile-like eye curiously staring back at him. Yet these were an afterthought compared to the close fangs. 'Well, at least it's not eating me. Though that's odd, normally large carnivores would eat things like me-' His mind soon caught on to what was going on. Twigs under him, the brittle jail, now possibly an egg, and the large, almost prehistoric creature in front of him. 'Did I become a dinosaur!?' As his mind was about to spiral, his nose soon caught another scent. More...delectable.
Splat!
Evans slightly recoiled before cautiously leaning in. The amazing smell seemed to come from the red, uneven object before him. 'Raw meat. and still fresh. His mind wanted to vomit, but his increasingly loud stomach pushed that away. It was a small bite at first. Then a nibble. And before long, Evans was ripping into the small chunks with as much gusto as he could.
The mother Anjanath gave off a satisfied rumble as her strange child was finally acting like a proper child. Her baby had her worried when his foot was the first thing to break out of his shell. It only increased as she watched him fall backwards. The others always said that the cubs were supposed to come out head first and chirping. Leaving Evans to his meal, the momjanath focused on hers. It wasn't what she was originally going for, but the jagaras had it coming when they tried to brazenly snatch her lunch. Now it would become food for her and her child. Night soon fell as mother and child curled up together, each content with the warmth shared.
It took a week before he could finally come to terms with his new life. Thankfully, Evans had a caring mother; otherwise, he would have been something else's lunch by now with his awful eyesight. On the plus side, his nose seems to be stronger than his last life. The wind would often carry new smells. Sometimes he could smell a watersource, the damp, salty sensation making him sneeze. Others, he wished his hands were larger, as the horrid order of dung would find its way to him. Yet on rare occasions, there was a smell he couldn't even understand. It had the stench of a rotting corpse mixed into something musty. Seems his mom could smell it too, as her silhouette would always seem to grow slightly larger, as if to scare something off. It could be his imagination though, as he can barely see anything. 'Man, this thing is delicious!' Evans soon went back to eating, troubles shoved to the back of his mind. After all, his mom was still nearby.