Neve Gallus

It’s not as if anyone could ever really get used to riding a giant tiger, but Adam truly thought he’d at least been getting the hang of it.

Maybe this is what he gets for showing off. There really was no reason for Cringer to rise up onto his back legs and for Adam to thrust his sword into the air like they’re prepping for a freeze frame. Who are they even posing for?

Adam is expecting Cringer’s paws to thud back down to the ground, but they don’t. He seems to keep rising up, even leaning back, and Adam slides right off of his saddle and flails a little as he falls, one hand gripping the sword while the other tries to find purchase in Cringer’s thick green fur. Instead he keeps falling for what feels like way too long, then lands solidly on his ass in a way that makes pain jolt up his tailbone.

“Dude!” Adam admonishes, shaking his head a little and opening his eyes. And then he closes them again in blind panic, because no way. “Dude? Cringer?”

His voice comes out a little meeker than he’d like, and his brow furrows when there’s no answer. Eventually he opens his eyes again, hoping to see the vast and vivid expanse of Eternia in the distance, but no. It’s a city. A basic, boring city that looks more like Oklahoma than Eternia, and Adam scrambles to his feet in a panic.

“No, no, no. Not again,” Adam says with a soft whimper, looking around wildly. He raises one hand to his hair and spins so fast the tails of his loincloth flutter, turning in three complete circles before he has to dart out of the way to avoid a car. Someone wolf whistles out the window and Adam looks down at himself, at the harness and short little skirt, and holds his sword in front of chest with his arms crossed.

That probably looks a little weak. Yeah, sure, everyone else is fully dressed in normal Earth clothes and Adam is in– well, something else, but he should just own it. He’s the Champion of Grayskull and this, apparently, is how a champion dresses.

He probably also shouldn’t cry. Even though he totally kind of wants to cry. There's nothing wrong with crying, obviously. It just doesn't seem like it would be helpful right now. He can’t suddenly be on Earth again. He can’t.

“Getting a jump start on Halloween, huh?” This comes from a guy who looks Adam up and down as he passes, and Adam feels ten years old all over again. He swallows hard and walks into the street again, lifting his sword resolutely toward the sky and looking up at the fluffy clouds like he really means business.

“By the Power of Grayskull, I want to go home!” He shouts, but nothing happens. There is no thunder, no crackle of electricity. He stabs at the sky again, hopping a little. “I really mean it this time!”

Still nothing. Desperate, and still raising the sword, he turns toward a person on the sidewalk. “Have you seen a bird? A big, beautiful bird who looks very wise?” The person quickly shuffles away and Adam huffs, shifting to watch them go while still holding his sword aloft. His arm doesn’t get tired. It never really does when he’s in this form. “Helpful! Thank you!”


[Find Adam freaking out anywhere in the city at whatever time would be most convenient. Think of him as a fluffy little golden retriever puppy that happens to be super jacked. Please tag him! Slow time is okay. ♥]