Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 22:12:59 GMT -5
"I'M A LTITLE preoccupied to be curious!!!" Tor hissed, at first yelling through pain but forced himself to lower his voice some.
Tor didn't see the point in being curious. He wanted to remember but that never happened. What was the point in being curious? He watched everything go by and not be a part of it. The wings pressed harder against his back being on the verge of breaking free. Underneath the white shirt that was hidden by the trench coat, he could feel two cuts forming there and thus the scent of blood was in the air, not strong but still there.
Why did he keep the trench coat buttoned after he got here when he knew it was going to happen?! Why, why why...WHY?! He didn't notice it at first but the buttons were being pulled by a different pair of hands and his green gaze could see Isabelle's hands there. He would've grabbed her hands and pushed them away but at the moment he had black claws that were very sharp and the bones in his hands shifted slightly. With it unbottoned, he grabbed hold of the coat and took it off as fast as he could. The bulging of the wings had more freedom and the back of his shirt had a more noticable line of blood soaking in.
After Isabelle asked her question, Tor couldn't really answer. Hands as well as claws dug into the ground as the faint sound of tearing could be heard, though that faint sound was quickly replaced by a louder version. The wings burst through the muscle, skin, and fabric of his shirt thus causing a loud scream of pain to leave him as well as to slam his face into the dirt. Due to the force of the wings bursting out, blood was thrown into the air as the wings extended to straighten out. So if Isabelle wasn't careful, she end up with blood being flinged against her face. A thick lion's tail appeared as well, lashing about as the rest of the change quickly took over.
Large lion paws burst out of his shoes and everything bellow his waist resembled that of a lion's, covered in a light brown color of fur. Releasing the ground, his hands quickly grew in size as well having a combination of fur as well as the top part of the wrists being covered in what looked like the type of skin that birds had on their feet. Course the hands still resembled those of lion's paws. Chest pushed out and become covered in white feathers, the feathers on his head that were once black hair grew out and became longer, spreading down to his back as well as getting his shoulders and the rest of his arms. Keeping his face against the ground as he breathed heavely and the occasional pained sound left him, the beak soon made itself known. Taking the place of his mouth and the feathers with a small mix of fur too over.
For a few moments, the creature just stayed there. Tor just stayed there. Breathing hard and gasping. Grabbing the trench coat with his beak, he launched himself into the air. Causing a strong gust of air to be dispersed. Due to just changing, flying right now was hard and he ended up slaming into a small custer of branches in a tree. Gasping hard as he struggled to keep his claws in the wood as he tried to climb up. After a moment, he managed to do this and wrapped himself around the trunk of the tree. Sinking claws into the bark to keep a hold.
Tor didn't see the point in being curious. He wanted to remember but that never happened. What was the point in being curious? He watched everything go by and not be a part of it. The wings pressed harder against his back being on the verge of breaking free. Underneath the white shirt that was hidden by the trench coat, he could feel two cuts forming there and thus the scent of blood was in the air, not strong but still there.
Why did he keep the trench coat buttoned after he got here when he knew it was going to happen?! Why, why why...WHY?! He didn't notice it at first but the buttons were being pulled by a different pair of hands and his green gaze could see Isabelle's hands there. He would've grabbed her hands and pushed them away but at the moment he had black claws that were very sharp and the bones in his hands shifted slightly. With it unbottoned, he grabbed hold of the coat and took it off as fast as he could. The bulging of the wings had more freedom and the back of his shirt had a more noticable line of blood soaking in.
After Isabelle asked her question, Tor couldn't really answer. Hands as well as claws dug into the ground as the faint sound of tearing could be heard, though that faint sound was quickly replaced by a louder version. The wings burst through the muscle, skin, and fabric of his shirt thus causing a loud scream of pain to leave him as well as to slam his face into the dirt. Due to the force of the wings bursting out, blood was thrown into the air as the wings extended to straighten out. So if Isabelle wasn't careful, she end up with blood being flinged against her face. A thick lion's tail appeared as well, lashing about as the rest of the change quickly took over.
Large lion paws burst out of his shoes and everything bellow his waist resembled that of a lion's, covered in a light brown color of fur. Releasing the ground, his hands quickly grew in size as well having a combination of fur as well as the top part of the wrists being covered in what looked like the type of skin that birds had on their feet. Course the hands still resembled those of lion's paws. Chest pushed out and become covered in white feathers, the feathers on his head that were once black hair grew out and became longer, spreading down to his back as well as getting his shoulders and the rest of his arms. Keeping his face against the ground as he breathed heavely and the occasional pained sound left him, the beak soon made itself known. Taking the place of his mouth and the feathers with a small mix of fur too over.
For a few moments, the creature just stayed there. Tor just stayed there. Breathing hard and gasping. Grabbing the trench coat with his beak, he launched himself into the air. Causing a strong gust of air to be dispersed. Due to just changing, flying right now was hard and he ended up slaming into a small custer of branches in a tree. Gasping hard as he struggled to keep his claws in the wood as he tried to climb up. After a moment, he managed to do this and wrapped himself around the trunk of the tree. Sinking claws into the bark to keep a hold.
