[RHD]

[shadesong]

I took a step toward him, but they were closer… she touched him, and he cried out in pain, in fear. I lunged for him, caught his wrist, pulled him away from her, pulled him into my arms – but he was already hard to touch, hard to hold. Shifting. Muscle rippling under his skin like it shouldn’t. I whimpered, held him close – he buried his face in my neck, managed “Don’t let go-“

And nearly exploded out of my arms, a mass of fur and tooth and claw – coyote? wildcat? – far too big for me to wrap my arms around, but I did my best, surprised to find out that I was crying… and he twisted, claws raking my arm right through the leather, blood slicking my grasp, and I screamed, blood slicking my grasp, and he changed –

Fur contracting into skin, skin shifting to scales, me holding nothing for a long moment that left me gasping, stomach plummeting in horror, til I saw the snake falling through my hands, grabbed it, and as he twisted, hissed, he changed –

Feathers, now, muscular wings beating, flailing against me, sliding against the blood and spattering my face, nearly tearing my arms off in his panic, and he changed –

No form.

Flame.

Comments

[ysabel.livejournal.com]

Daaaaaaaaaaaamn.

[shadesong.livejournal.com]

*pets you*