He had barely managed to escape the group of sorcerers three days ago.

Despite his new bodies weak and useless state, he had at least managed to bite hard enough to be let go when one of the human men had tried to grab him. And on his new human legs he ran, and ran, and ran until he had passed out.

Thankfully none had found him just yet, but he was sure they were looking. How could they not? It was clear they intended to take him back to the city with them and do who knows what now that he was helpless... Torture him perhaps? Or experiment on him.

But Zevran refused to go. He absolutely refused to do anything the humans wanted. Even in this state he would stay where he belonged, and see if there was some way to change himself back on his own. He certainly owned enough scrolls and books on magic to have a decent chance at it.

He had spent today wandering around the woods, trying to find the way back to his cave...

Which was no easy feat, given how everything looked completely different from this angle, on the ground and unable to fly. He at least managed to find some food, berries to ease the pain of his stomach, not even able to hunt properly with his new lack of fangs and claws and... well, everything.

But he was cold and tired in this body, having to stop and rest more often then not, which hindered his progress in finding the entrance to his cave drastically, making him frustrated enough to actually cry.

Zevran was crying right now, as a matter of fact. After trying to climb up a rocky hill, only to trip and fall forward into the dirt for the sixth time today. This new form had terrible climbing abilities... and apparently, a very low pain tolerance. Every scratch and bruise made him want to cry, and it always took him a few minutes to calm himself.

Were all humans this weak? Or was it merely due to the fact he wasn't used to feeling pain at all before now?