Chaos. Complete and utter chaos. RenDe was everywhere, and he was nowhere. He could hear everything, and yet nothing. The sharpest loudest screams, to the softest lowest whisper of a mouse. He could smell and taste things that did not even exist, from exquisite, to disgusting, to things that there were no words to describe. Yet, in a sense, he couldn't smell at all.
What he saw, now that was the most interesting. There were no lines, no forms, no objects. Everything blurred. Colors swirled larger till they engulfed his entire range of vision, then shrank until they were no more. The colors swirled together, broke apart, and just about did any damn thing they wanted to. RenDe was beginning to get sick of it. Then, finally....
The colors slowed, the sounds, tastes, and smells lessened. Lines, objects, and structures formed once again, and as fast as it had happened, it was over.
RenDe felt his feet on the ground, and the scene around him emerged from the chaos. For some reason, he was standing on a rooftop, facing a group of strange people, in a strange city, and for some reason, RenDe felt that things were not quite right.
One of the group seemed particularly surprised, and not happy about it. Meeting a six foot tall black-furred werewolf on top of a rooftop was probably not the norm around here. A woman, lithe and agile by the look of it, with short hair. RenDe shook his head.
This was too much....Much too much. He should not be here...He stumbled, his legs shaking. Covallok, Gorthen, Lorya, he suddenly remembered all of them. What happened? This wasn't right. RenDe took a shuddering breath, trying to get a hold of himself, and his surroundings. He looked to the woman, and said the only thing he could think of. "Who the hell are you?"
