Ever wonder why tour guides get so pissed off when you wander off on your own? Welp, Settop’s about to find out!
 

 

 
 
The fire had moved too quickly for Settop to react. It leapt from the ground to his feet, and made smoke of his clothing. In a stumbling panic, he tried to run as the flames engulfed his lower body before subsiding to a low hiss. He only succeeded in face-planting on the strange maroon-colored earth.  
His legs felt… wrong. Rolling over with a groan, Settop looked down at his lower body.  
“Wha- what the…” What the hell? His mind finished the sentence when his mouth stopped moving.  
What he saw was impossible. His brain failed to register what his eyes reported several times before admitting defeat. His feet were no longer feet. Where skin had been, there was now dark-gray fur. Toes had fused together into what looked… was that a hoof?  
He was too dumbstruck to really react to what he was seeing. Not even as the green flames painlessly began to march up the his legs. Settop only barely noticed that the gray fur, and a numb crawling sense of wrongness, followed the flames.