Beorn stood on a rock in the open plains near pride rock. He stood erect and tall. he was still technically a cub, but he could fight with any of the adult lionesses for food without much trouble, and as for a territory battle, even the strongest of the males didn't walk away without being hurt first. He stood for a moment, looking back and forth, he reared his head up and let out a roar. For such a small lion it was rather impressive. It wasn't a full fledged roar, but it would definitely make you reconsider petting him. He had spent most of his life alone, fighting for his own food. He had always refused to join the pack simply because he didn't feel at home there. In most cases they would kill a lone lion, but they had felt sorry for him, and he wasn't taking anymore food then what he needed anyway. He wasn't sure why yet, but today felt different.
Beorn was walking along the open plains, he had just finished a meal, he decided not to fight, and just play the scavenger, eating the left over meat off the body after the lionesses had left it alone. He still had plenty of fight left in him, and was looking for an excuse to fight. He came across another male cub, a bit older then him, with a strange charm hanging out of its mouth, it was glowing in the light, and it was just enough of an excuse for Beorn. "Give that to me, I want it." He said, causing the cub to crouch low and growl loudly. He had heard stories about the young male cub who didn't work as part of the tribe, and he wasn't about to give up anything to someone he considered an outsider. This was more than enough of an excuse for Beorn. He lunged forward, ducking low first before shooting up and crashing his paws into his opponents shoulders. This sent the other lion tumbling backward, he bit hard into the chain to hold it in his mouth, but without his jaws, he had no defense or counter when Beorn sank his teeth hard into his the cub's neck. The other lion yelped and spit out the chain. "Fine take it..." He said before limping off. It was his first fight, and he didn't stand a chance against Beorn.
A victorious Beorn growled and strutted over to his prize rather smugly. He reached down and put it up in his jaws for a moment. As soon as he leaned back up and let his pride swell, the peculiar chain glowed. A sudden light overwhelmed him and soon he felt a strange weight in his mouth, his teeth gripping some kind of handle. When he opened his eyes, he could see something sticking out of his mouth. Something that had a shaft with a color matching a normal lion's fur, and at the top there was a lion's head, with its mouth open, as if it was roaring, the whole thing forming into an odd shape that he hadn't seen before. After all, a key wasn't something a lion would have ever seen. It took Beorn a moment to collect his thoughts, but unfortunately, that was all the time he was going be given.
A strange voice, calm and smooth rang forth around him. "Well well, I seem to have arrived just in time. Too bad there won't be much time for us to get to know each other..." As the voice spoke, strange shadows began to rise up all around Beorn, the darkness within them moving rapidly and displacing, like the river during the rainy season. Beorn growled, gripping the strange object in his mouth tighter, he had no idea what it was, but his instincts told him giving it up was not the best idea at this point.
"What is it that you want from me?" Beorn managed to mumble out through his gritted teeth, still not able to pinpoint where the voice was coming from.
"Don't worry about such trivial things. You will find out everything soon enough. But you can't grow here, no, you are much too weak here..." The voice said. Suddenly, without any warning, giant blades shot out of the ground and began racing toward him. Beorn refused to stay still and be turned into mincemeat. He jumped to the side and fell into one of the portals that had been lining the area around him, just as the owner of the disembodied voice had planned. "Excellent. That should send him to the nearest world with another heart as strong as his. Meeting up with the other keybladers and learning of the situation will allow him to grow stronger, he will kill more heartless, and when the time comes to destroy him and pull out his heart, he will make our plans that much better. Hahahaha." The voice slowly faded and the blades and portals vanished. Not a trace of the little skirmish was left behind.
Beorn was falling through darkness, his eyes desperately trying to adjust to the ever changing surroundings. He felt the strange object disappear from his mouth, it didn't fall out, it simply was gone. He felt strange though, as if his back was straighter, his front paws longer, and his back legs seeming to align with his body, it was odd. He was now writhing and striking at the air, trying to grab at something to stop his fall. Suddenly it was bright again, he was blinded by the sudden change, unable to let his eyes adjust until crashing into a tree. He felt a branch snap against his back, and then he felt himself smash into the ground. It was odd, with that much force, his instincts told him that he should be dead, but he didn't feel that bad, odd yes, but not bad. He opened his eyes and let himself adjusted for a moment before beginning to move, shifting his back first to make sure it wasn't broken. Slowly he shifted to his hands. Yes, hands. And legs. for some reason he seemed crouched. He looked up and down at himself, he was wearing odd garments, he had no idea why, and his body had changed: no fur, and his hind and front legs had morphed. He made a sort of growling sound and twisted around for a moment, as if chasing his own, now non-existent tail, unsure of how to react to this change.
Beorn was fighting with his new body, the fact that his hind legs were so much longer made it very difficult to stand or walk as he normally would when he was a lion. He was still giving out his inhuman growl in frustration at his predicament. He paused for a moment, laying on his side. He had stood on his hind legs alone before, but only to scratch or claw at an enemy. At this point, the longer hind legs weren't going to work with his new front ones. He crawled up to a tree (still growling) and pressed with his body, pushing himself against it as he began to struggle to support himself using the tree and his legs. He managed to get up onto his legs, and lean against the tree, and for now that was much better than lying in the mud. After this he could begin to try and work with these legs.
Kyte watched the boy scramble around in this most undignified way until he finally got himself standing up against the tree, all covered with mud. She decided now was the more merciful time to come out. "Hey, you." She said as she emerged from the bushes. "Who are you, and how did you come to be reported falling out through the trees? It's possible that you can fly, since this is Neverland, but somehow I don't think that you can." The tom-boy stood with her fists on her hips and her legs spread apart. Her short purple hair swayed slightly in the breeze, and her long braid hung over her shoulder. The new white and black flower charm hung proudly about her neck.
Beorn let out yet another growl (he seemed to do that a lot), louder this time, warning the girl talking to him. He wasn't about to let anyone near him while in this vulnerable state. As if responding to his emotions, that strange object he had seen before he was thrown through that portal appeared in his hands. He felt the weight and quickly wrapped his newly formed fingers around it. Somehow he figured this was how it was supposed to be held, since having it in your mouth didn't make much sense like this. He swung the thing at the girl, still growling and glaring.
Kyte hardy blinked. "How interesting. You're like some animal turned into a human like this. Can't you even talk?" She focused on the boy's keyblade. Her eyes narrowed. "Where did you get that?" she asked, blocking his pathetically unstable attack. He didn't seem to be able to walk right.
Beorn hesitated and stopped growling. She didn't seem to want to harm him, and she seem to know something about the strange stick (for that was what he had begun to think it was). He waited a moment before he spoke. "I can talk just fine..." He said through gritted teeth. "I don't know, I was just out of a fight and I won a strange object as a prize. It looked like a charm. I picked it up and suddenly this appeared and there was a strange voice, and darkness, and big shiny claws. Then I crashed into this tree...that's all I can really tell you..." Beorn finished, lowering his keyblade. At this point, he was willing to accept help, as long as he knew they weren't going to hurt him.
Kyte nodded slowly. "I don't know much about all of this, myself, but I do know that that right there," She said, pointing to the weapon. "Is a keyblade. And I also have one." She emphasized her point by summoning the key of golden darkness to her hand. It's mystical appearance was so very different from Beorn's strong looking one. She pointed to the fang shaped key-chain on his. "See that? The key-chain is the same as your charm. From what I gather, certain people who come to possess these charms will gain a keyblade. I don't know a whole lot more. We'll have to go and Talk to Haru and Peter for more information. What is it called?" She asked. It seemed to her that keyblades had names.
Beorn took a moment to look at his weapon. "Keyblade..." He said, letting his voice trail off. "Lion's roar..." He said in the same trailing voice before looking up at her. "I'm Beorn...I was a lion a short time ago, and I'm a...human now? What does this all mean, keyblades and humans?" He knew she wouldn't have the answer, but saying it all out loud just made it seem more real. He waited a moment before thinking. "How, am I supposed to walk...like this?" He asked, looking down at his legs.
Kyte took a moment to register all of this. "Okay...so you are an animal in human form." Then she answered his question about walking. "Oh, it's not that hard. Being a lion, you probably relied on forward weight. All you have to do is center yourself." She walked over to him and held him up in the way he should stand. "Most of your weight goes to your legs. Your hind legs. Humans only have two, that's what would be your back ones. Arms are for balance until you get used to it. Does that help at all?"