Tim Was very self-motivated for once. Such a feeling was rare for the likes of him, because he was usually motivated by fear, rather than such an indomitable progressive will. It was a new feeling, and he was willing to chase its euphoric highs for as long as it was physically possible. He urged to do so!
Physics may be his biggest enemy throughout the following few days, come to think of it, and the reason behind this conclusion was obvious, he was a spider! Spiders weren't quite heavy, not at all, and Tim was an anorexic spider, too, which although it sounded hilarious in certain contexts, it still served the prior point; He was very light, and perhaps vulnerable too!
Now there were certain physical disadvantages when it came to being a spider, even when things weren't going wrong. In this case, things were going very wrong at the very beginning, because Tim was a wet spider! The ocean waves had hit him a couple of times ever since he shapeshifted, and those same waves almost killed him too, but he managed to survive.
The present, post-survival disadvantage, was that his slender, medium-length legs were collecting a bunch of sand. The waves that splashed on him had made him all sticky!
This was a problem, because all that extra fatigue he burnt by dragging all that sand around, was alarming. It was too much for an itsy-bitsy spider, such as himself to handle!
After he crawled through the sand for about two whole meters, which to him felt like half of the Sahara Desert in comparison, Tim then couldn’t help cursing out loud, aggressively!
He yapped, “Fucking hell, stupid, piss-stained sand! I was a stingray two minutes ago, sand isn't supposed to be my enemy, for fuck's sake! I was more scared of lizards or some shit, but sand?! Fuck this!”
The anger he felt, had nibbled at his fatigue as much as the sand, if not more. With that considered, he was forced to take a break. His indomitable will got slightly dominated, so he had to put everything to a pause, at least until he dried up.
However, he felt vulnerable resting out here in the open, because for all he knew, those seagulls that he loathed so much, may swoop in along the shoreline, and then eat him alive. It was possible, he was an insect, after all. Since he felt vulnerable, he decided to use the very thing he cursed out so vividly up until a moment ago, which was sand!
“Pissy, fucking sand…” He cussed.
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Tim wanted to cover himself with sand, to both avoid predators, and dry up a little bit. His theory was that sand wouldn’t stick on him forever, especially if the glaring sun shone above him for long enough, so this seemed like the best thing to do, it was the best idea. At the very least, he’d be a lot less threatened by both the environment, and any potential predators in the vicinity.
With all of that considered, he followed through with his plan. Tim used his eight spider legs to cover himself with sand, and although the motion seemed unfamiliar to him, in this insect form, he still managed to bury himself properly, a couple of inches deep, at least. After he did so, the mild temperature of the sand felt very comforting, it felt like home!
“Ahh…” He sighed, “That’s nice. As much as I hated it two fucking seconds ago, I’m supposed to be close to sand. It’s nature and shit, it’s natural for me.”
It was no surprise that he felt more comfortable now, after burying himself in sand. Tim was a spider now, yes, but he was no stranger to such methods, as he had been a stingray for weeks now, so he knew how to make the sand work to his advantage. Tim had hours to spare, even, as he had shapeshifted to a spider with a full belly, so his idea was clever, and efficient!
Anyway, he didn’t really have to wait long in order to dry up. It took him less than thirty minutes to get back into a top, and mobile shape. The sand had felt like a weighted blanket too, so he had almost fallen asleep in the process, he had been comfortable, and had calmed down quite a lot as a result. As long as anything didn’t irritate him along the way, he was ready to stride the dry land, subtly, with a calm demeanor.
Tim shook off most of the sand off of himself, at the very moment when he crawled forward. The water on his back and legs had dried off already, so it was near impossible for the sand to stick on him for more than a few seconds. Tim was free, and he managed to make quite some distance this time around. Well, it was a decent distance for a little guy like him!
He managed to crawl for ten whole meters, and every bundle of steps he took, fueled him with motivation to move even further. The excitement was helping him regain that euphoric high that he had experienced recently, it was a wonderful feeling, and it just may help him find a soul tampering cave soon enough. Tim was itching to be successful with the task that the system had given him!
Furthermore, the fresh air he was breathing also motivated him a lot! It wasn’t that this air was pure enough to cure an illness or something like that, no, it was just normal, breathable air. However, the air reminded Tim of his humanity, and this was a really important, and wonderful feeling!
Tim was a human before he reincarnated into this magical world. Regardless of the circumstances he found himself in across this world, he yearned to be human once more, so this air that he breathed, made him feel normal again, it made him feel whole! He almost cried.
“Ahh…” He sighed, “Nothing can beat what fresh air feels like. I’m meant to be human, and nothing less, and that’s exactly what I’ll be. The gods can throw all of their wise punishment on me if they want, I don’t give a shit, even they won’t be able to stop me! I will be a fucking human again! Erg, or a little goblin at least? I just want to have feet.”