Horselife
In a horseshack filled with horse moos, echoing through the air, and permeating the atmosphere with their melodic yet haunting tones, Rakshasa – The Horse – looked at a mixed pile of grass and hay and gulped.
It had been 3 days since he had eaten anything substantial, and his hunger growled like a tempest within him. The stench of horseshit enveloped the space, assaulting his senses with its pungent odor.
The first day as a horse was rather uncomfortable, as he struggled to adjust to his new form. The sound of hooves thudding against the ground echoed with each step, while his muscles strained and flexed to acclimate to his equine physique.
But after navigating the initial challenges and moving around a bit, Rakshasa began to see the whole experience as a test, presented by Heartless, and an opportunity to enhance his capabilities in various aspects.