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I was currently in America. Home of giant green ladies and pollution, as it seemed. I was currently in my horse form, which, despite being a horse, could swim faster than any other creature, and breathe without gills. I noticed something in the murky bottom of the river I was swimming up. Aside from the garbage and stuff, this was a piece of clear plastic, and, morphing into a 'human,' I grabbed it and pulled it out with a sharp yank. My curly black locks swayed around me, and it seemed to be some sort of identification card.

The girl had purple hair, a hoodie, and blue eyes. I felt the change, and noticed my hair was now purple, and shorter. My skin tone changed slightly, and, finding a new hoodie and ripped pair of jeans which I slipped on, I swam out of the river while huge boats passed me by, and crawled ashore. Luckily, the sun was setting behind the tall buildings, and in the direction I came from, it was a dark marooning color. I pulled myself on the sand, though the waves lapped around my gangly legs as if trying to pull me back in. I fell face first into the sand in a deep sleep.

"Hiya!" A cherry furred kitsune beamed, "You alive? You don't look alive. Are you?" She pawed the girls hair curiously

I looked up at her, groaning. "What are you? I don't think I've seen a monster like you before....."

"I'm a kitsune!" She beamed. "See? I have three tails."

With a burst of strength, I scooted backwards with a push of my ams. Once my feet touched the waves,w hitch seemed to eagerly cling on to my body, I felt my energy return back somewhat. It wasn'tt as powerful as a River, lake, or stream, but it allowed me to become my true form. I was now a horse as black as the depths of the ocean, with wild green eyes and a silver bridle. I could not speak as a horse, so I nickered and mentally conveyed the message, 'I am a kelpie, native to the highlands of Scotland.'

"Ooh. We're native to Japan, but we're always under super strict rules." Junichi pouted. "You are respected, hold yourself like it." She imitated.

'At least you're respected, not feared and suspects of murder.'

"But that sound exciting! Ol teach is so uptight!"