My life really wasn't eminently exciting. I've been pampered to a certain degree, and I do admit I was rather spoiled as a child, and still am. But that's simply how I was raised; I couldn't help it. I had to have been taken care of, what with not having any forelegs to walk on. I suppose my family was always a band of rejects; a sickly green first child, mistaken one too many times for being a boy, and an even odder second child without a proper count of limbs.

I did, at one point, teach myself how to walk on my hind legs.. But I could only do it for a short while before I began to lose my balance. I remember one particular time almost too frequently, in my first year at the University of Shiz I attempted to go a day without my wheels. I had grown up with a nanny who often helped me with most everything when ever I needed it; feeding me when I was sick and couldn't get out of bed, aiding to my every whim when my wheels were broken.. But that day, that one day, Nanny had taken a day off. Finally, a day for me to try walking again.

It had been a few years since I'd tried becoming biped once more. When I woke up in my room, Vihrea had already gone to the local coffee shop, probably to read or something, despite the dark downpour of rain and wet. I slid my hind legs out of bed and rested my torso up on the mattress. "Hmm... How did I used to do this," I muttered quietly to myself, glancing around. Perhaps I had simply put on a few pounds over the years, because shifting my weight to the opposite end of my body now seemed like a rather distracting task.

I glanced over at my cart, set just beside me so I could easily slip into it, and heaved a light sigh. I arched my back slightly and hopped up, taking a few unintentional steps back. No good. I felt myself lean foreward, failing to be able to balance. I landed back on the bed with a snort. What was I doing wrong? I probably wasn't pushing hard enough. I do remember walking on hind legs, but I also remember an inadvertent ab. work-out.

I scooted to the edge of the bed and pushed myself up, harder this time. I stood there for a few moments, rocking slightly until I took a single step to balance myself out. Finally! I glanced out the open dormatory door and into the hall. Hoping that no one was around at the time, I ventured out and meandered down the corridor. I knew I'd be in trouble if anyone saw me like this; the only thing stranger than watching a dog walk on its hind legs is watching an armless dog walk on its hind legs.

I took small hops every now and then, just to see what I could do. I wandered up and down the hall countless times, peering into the mirrors that the humans set up on the walls (there must have been one mirror between every door; it was a girl's dorm. after all..), but I could never look for more than a few seconds. I have to admit, I even scared myself. I wasn't very much ashamed of my figure, it just.. Creeped me out. As it should any one else who might take a look at me.

But as I was walking towards the giant wind*w at the end of the hall, I heard something behind me- it sounded like a book drop onto its open pages. The noise startled me so and I fell against the wall, craning my head over my shoulder to see who was there.

Itaan! What are you doing?!" Vihrea hollered at me, startling me once more. I slid against the wall, falling sideways and downward, and took a few steps to prop myself up again- but inertia kicked in and I continued moving against the wall, never being able to stand myself up again. "Vihrea, help me!" I snapped at her, planting one of my feet down to stop myself.

Maybe it was the touch of the frozen glass wind*w or the all-too-soon feeling of my stomach drop, anticipating a great fall. I crashed into the wind*w, shattering it with my shoulder. The wind and rain blew into my face, blinding me temporarily. I couldn't hear any footsteps charging at me, but Vihrea was right on top of my, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck in her strong teeth. The only thing I could hear prior was her sharp yelp of the rain burning her skin under her fur as she pulled me back, pulling me over her head. I rolled down the hall a few feet before coming to a stop against a column that bared a bust of one of Shiz's greatest Chemistry professors. It tipped slightly and shattered on the floor next to my head with the noisiest of clammers. All that followed was a rush of footsteps up the stairs, my heavy breathing from such a fright, and Vihrea's involuntary whines.

I never walked on my hind legs again.