Delilah sat on her hind quarters, plump rolls of pig skin bunch up near her sides. It was hard to sit in the cage that the little girl hat put her in. The cage was yellow with thin bars resembling a parrot's cage more than anything a pig should be placed into. And just like a parrot's or tweety-bird cage it was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Everytime she moved, the cage would swing slightly.

The room itself was small and crammed. And pink. Pink everywhere. Pink bed-sheets to match the pink pillows of the girl's sleeping bed. Two windows in the room allowed a view of the neighborhood outside, a nearby tree containing what looked like a treehouse belonging to the girl. Posters of My Little Pony and JEM adorned the room on the left side of the wall. Right now, Delilah was alone.

This was bad. Really bad! This kid was a monster. Bad as the Pig Beast. Maybe worse. Delilah held murderous thoughts for them both.

Delilah panted and tried to position her feet so the bars wouldn't slip through the division in her hooves. It was very hard. But she couldn't give up. She outran the clown. And got out of the pig's chains. The result was awful, but she still got away. She'd get out of this. Somehow.

Snuffling, she gingerly shuffled her weight to see out of the window. She hoped she knew the neighborhood from this angle.

The cage swayed back and forth allow Delilah to see over the lip of the window frame and down into the front yard. The girl, for her part, was playing jump rope in a vast yard of green grass.

Almost instantly, the sensation of wanting to run in that grass, sniff different things and eat different shrubs washed over Delilah in a wave of 'need.' It was a strange foreign feeling, but then again she was in a strange foreign body, alien to her.

A look over the windowsill also provided a glimpse of what appeared to be a long branch near the window. A branch that could be reached if the window was somehow opened.

Delilah oinked when she got a glimpse of the outdoors. Her snout sniffled. She licked it with her tongue and thought about how nice it would be to get out and root around all the trees out there.

She shook her head and head butted the side of the cage, swinging it wildly.

Those were stupid, pity thoughts. Baby thoughts! Baby Pig thoughts! Loser thoughts!

She had to get out so she could go home. And turn back into herself.

Her trotters kicked at the cage door and latch. If that wouldn't work, she'd try biting at it.

One thought kept repeating itself in her head, in a wavering voice as if crying.

The cage swung from side to side creaking slightly. The latch bent with each kick of Delilah's thick hoof. The cage swung further, side to side, creating a disorienting effect, like she was inside some kind of carnival ride, stomach swirling.

Then there was a sound from below.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Some dog barked from the corner of the room near the side of the pink bed.

Delilah's head snapped up at the barking. She turned to see, but it didn't do much good. Too much swaying and twisting. Once she spotted the dog, she squealed wildly.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

The dog barked in a low tone. "Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Delilah shifted her weight as best she could. She gauged the distance. It wouldn't be a big deal if she were the right size. But everything looked so huge and far away when she looked down her snout. Stupid pig eyes. Stupid cage! Stupid girl with a cage!

It did look like a long drop, though.

She wiggled her piggy nose and snuffled at the dog.

"Oink unc unc oink!"

"Woof Woof!  Woof Woof!"  The dog stood on its hind legs for a second, pawing at the air with both paws as if to catch Delilah.


The dog didn't seem to be focusing on anything that Delilah had said or any of the oinking comments or questions directed at it.


OCC: Delilah Rolls 1d10 with the following results

1-3:  Ouch! Delilah takes 1 - 3 bashing damage depending on the roll.  The cage crashes to the floor with a loud 'bang!', bursting as the bars shatter.

4-7: A soft landing.  Delilah swings her awkward pig body to one side, the cage comes loose and falls onto the pink bed. The door opens and she is free. No damage taken.

8-9:  Mid-Air Escape. Delilah falls out of the cage in mid air as it comes loose from the hook and ceiling.  Flailing her pig hooves through the air, she lands in a laundary basket of dirty clothing. No damage taken.

10: Flying pig!: Delilah swings the cage and flies off of the hook in the ceilin crashing through the window and heading outside to the front lawn. Immediately change scenes.

"unc urc!"

The cage swung wildly. Delilah tried to ready herself for the fall, but this body was too strange.

"SKREE! REEE! REEEEEEE! REEEEEEEEE!"

15:14, Today: Delilah - Pig Form failed (no successes) using 1d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((5)).

That was the craziest flip ever! It left Delilah's head spinning. In her daze, she could see the cage door was open and she wriggled out and onto the bed with a plop.

"srhnc hunk"
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The blanket felt soft on Delilah's hooves and snout. The dog approached wagging its tail, but then backed off slightly.

"Woof!..*sniff*...*sniff*..."

Delilah grunted and shook her head. Her snout picked up all the faint odors of the girl who slept in this room. And that was gross. But the dog was even more gross.

"unc uncc snrt! oink oink!"

She looked to the window, then the door, to decide on the best way to escape.

The dog circled Delilah cautiously.
"Woof! Woof!" It explained.

Delilah looked around. The door was ajar. Just slightly. It had a My Little Pony poster on the back of it. A large Pony looking down.

"hrrrreeeeek! onc onc snork!"

Delilah squawked and twitched her nose. It was the closest she could get to making a face. She shied her back end away from the dog.

The door was only partially open. She reached for it with her right hand --er, trotter-- and pawed at it to nudge it open wide enough.

The door opened and the dog, apparently stimulated by the action, ran through to the other side, opening it wider. The hallway led to a staircase leading downstairs to the base level.

Something was familiar about this house....

"Urk oink oink"

Something about the house seemed familiar. It was all right in front of her face, but still unclear. Like one of those spot the difference puzzles. Only she had to look through a tube and couldn't see the whole picture at once.

Delilah followed the dog at a slower pace. Her head and ears were up as she worked over this nagging problem.

The dog led Delilah outside it's tail wagging gently back and forth. She could it now, a dog of a strong build and of average energy. Not a yippy dog, but not aggressive either. It seemed to be friendly by all accounts, but something told her that it wasn't the brightest dog either. When it spoke, its thoughts were half-baked and short-lived. Maybe that's because it was a dog. But then again, Delilah had never actually heard a dog speak. Let alone communicated with one, so it was hard to know for sure.

This thought crossed her mind as she made her way into the kitchen, past the mud room and outside, the dog heading through a doggy-door in the middle panel of the back door.

That's when Delilah realized it. This was the Blue house. It was right down the block from her old house. She could see the sign that said 'Kids At Play' with its yellow background and black letters.

Perhaps it was hard to orient herself at night, but now Delilah knew exactly where she was. She looked over at the girl jumping rope. She didn't really recognize the girl, but then again the girl was young, maybe 3 or 4. And everyone knew that 3 and 4 year olds were babies.

Delilah followed along, thinking that the dopey mutt must have been a real dog after all. Before she even thought about how or why she could speak dog, the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Her beady eyes filled with tears when the realization washed over her. That grubby, little baby had done it: she'd brought Delilah close to home.

"R-reeeee!!"

She scurried home.

OOC: Delilah Joins Thread

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