As expected, it was just a matter of time. With the sirens blazing at my back and shouts to halt nipping at my steps, I am left using the very body I am growing into to escape. Through alleys, across fences, and past blurred surroundings, I do my best to stay alive as I run to the edge of the city itself.

Shots ring out, but they are not enough to deter me from my goal. As familiarity and the exotic combine together into a slurry of experience and memory, I am left with only my fresh instinct to propel me forward. Past my life. Past my future.

And on to something new.

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Often in transformation fiction there's a concept known simply as the escape. The idea that someone has to go from a life of relative normalcy to one where they are having to escape a restriction of some kind, often a lab or evil organization. However, to a lesser degree, this would apply to the escape from the comforts of society into one of a more wild undertaking.

Being hunted can take more forms than just physical, and I would imagine that someone transforming within a society that views them as inhuman or dangerous would be a significant issue for the transformee in question. There's a distinct loss that can be felt. Not only in the leaving of the home that one has always known, but also in the familiar made suddenly hostile.

That's why I rather like this sequence. It displays a young Luxray anthro suddenly manifesting in a society that they no longer fit in. This forces them to ponder and eventually escape in order to survive. To what ends one can only imagine but they do seem happy at the end so I suppose it's not all bad.

Art by  Beezle

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