Sometimes you wish those summer beach days can last forever, don't you? ... perhaps they can, all you have to do is wiggle your toes nice and deep down into that sand~
Hugging tight to the cool, ancient column you feel such a reassuring stability as your digits stretch out, paws wriggling to secure into the moist soil as tail follows suit, so sturdily rooted now as your leaves bud along lengthening vines, eager to soak up the sun. You blush as you settle into against the ruins, feeling a perfect contentment, relaxation, as you surrender to a new position among the greenery~
It's a great honor to be chosen to guard a shrine... but make sure you understand just how permanent the commitment is before you accept and step up onto that empty plinth~
Should you ever find yourself permanently stuck half transformed into a Pokémon, don't despair! Through relatively minor adjustments to your home and professional life, you can fit in just fine!
Trapped by the power of the Enchantress that owns the garden in which you trespassed, you've been partially petrified into a polished stone sphinx. Your head and torso held by magical force, perfectly still to match your rigid pose. You can pull against it to look around, but inevitably it snaps you back into pose. That heavy collar around your neck reminds you of your new position in life... your new purpose. A warden for the Enchantress's garden, perhaps to animate and move when she needs you,...