I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

Aslisk hadn't realized how much she needed arms until she didn't have them. Back home, if her arms were ever sliced off they would regenerate in a few seconds time. It was a brief annoyance. She never had to get used to walking around without having her arms and paws to hold things in. She could grab and wield a blade in a way that she deemed to be incredibly skilled. In truth it was far from that, the truth. She was a weak fighter. She was out ranged and out classed by everyone she lived with. She was weak, a joke. It was fine, her days of killing were mostly behind her. Briefly having to beat someone had still been an occurrence back home, and often her own tail would be handed to her. Her mind flickered to one instance in particular, time and time again. Of striking back against a man who had forcibly kissed her. It was a memory of being frozen solid and feeling tainted for being forced to kiss someone that was not her one and only. Then he had the audacity to call her breath rancid and shoved a breath mint down her throat. When she'd retaliated, she'd been punted into a trash can and laughed at. Then she'd been dragged outside by the tail, breaking on the inside, mind sputtering. She hadn't fought back, embarrassed and enraged and weakened from the churning feeling in her gut and the sleeping powder that he'd flung at her face. It had left her disoriented and embarrassed and reminded her again of how much she needed to learn about fighting.

Waking up in the morning and trying to stretch her wings only to be met with failure was not on her itinerary. Her shoulders rolled, but there was no familiar noise of wings curling and turning. Aslisk's head raised, immediately aware of how she felt far more heavy than she had upon falling asleep. Her mouth opened and closed a few times. A longer snout. Swiftly she stumbled up into a stand, stumbling from the weight and change in central gravity that she was enduring. "What the hask?!" She shrieked. Her hands raised, and her red eyes were locked. Talons. She had weird hand-looking talons now. Not wings. She had arms again, which where coating in a thick coat of purple fur. Sharp green talons stuck from each finger, curled in a way that certainly meant having a deadly grip. Slowly she turned, trying to look at the rest of her body. No wings, Aslisk had already figured that out. It felt horrifically foreign to not have wings. It was a body part that, like her arms, she hardly ever had to do without. It felt like a big piece of her was missing. At the same time, having arms again was a relieving feeling. She twisted her head, taking in the sight of her tail. It was not as fluffy as the limb originally was, back in her original form, but it was far better than just being a purely scaly tail. Her green spikes were still there. The end of her tail felt horrifically heavy, and she had a hard time raising the limb off the ground. Aslisk couldn't see the rest of her body, though. She had no idea what she was currently. Certainly not normal; she didn't have wings nor was she ever this fluffy.

It led for her to come stomping out of her room. Not from fury, no, it was just getting used to the sudden weight change that made her steps far more jerky than the norm. Her tail dragged behind her, no longer coated in flames - such was likely a good thing. Due to it's weight, she likely would not have been able to lift it from the ground and keep herself from leaving a path of scorched floor behind her. Aslisk could only assume that it wouldn't go well with anyone here. Everyone was such a wimp when it came to fire! It wasn't like it was terribly destructive if used correctly. The wyvern managed to get down a few floors, leaning against one of the walls. "Does anyone have a mirror I could look into real quick? I can't tell what the hask happened to me, again, and I need to see." Her tones was as sharp a snarl as ever despite her request being.. bare. It didn't need such a threatening tone behind it, but the newly appointed regent decided that she might as well make up for her requiring aid by being as ferocious about asking as possible. Her eyes were squinted and pupils narrowed to a near slit. It was nearing morning, after all, and her eyes were already aching from the bare minimum of light that was present. Her head sharply swung, as if prepared to immediately pounce upon the first person that came her way to answer her question. Aslisk really did not like mirrors much. She didn't like looking at the scar across her face. It reminded her of the biggest and longest bout of unpleasantness in her life. A reminder of how she'd failed to protect someone that meant everything to her. To figure out what the hell she'd been turned into this time, though, she'd make the exception. All the fur was heavy, and Aslisk rested her weight against the wall a little more than she had previously.

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Honestly? Not how she expected the day to start.

The petite honey badger knew how to shift.  She hardly made practice of the ability due to the comfort she felt as herself.  Shifting into a red panda hadn't been horrible -- though she'd been wanting to turn into a cardinal -- and she knew she didn't mind being the red little cat-bear.

She had never shifted into something... Reptilian.  Or straight-up massive.

Breena winced when her dark hues found the reagent.  She did not envy Aslisk the task of adapting to this new form.  "… Are... Are you okay?" The druid hardly enjoyed feeling like she was being repetitive, but it was the question on the forefront of her mind.

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I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

The body she was in currently was far from the same as the one that she had taken up ever since she had arrived to this odd world. That body had been the body of a wyvern. It had been light in order to achieve flight. She'd been covered in scales, and the random spike from the front of her head had been one of the oddest changes. Aslisk had not had such back in her original body. She could tell that she didn't have such currently from when she'd felt around for her horns to ensure they were still present. Aslisk could not say that she minded people running away from her. Fear was good. She liked invoking that response. If people were afraid then they would not mess with her. Not that she minded a decent challenge. It was just plainly annoying to have to beat sense into people. It was a slightly different mentality than the one her wyvern body possessed. Some memories had been snipped out and replaced, flicked off like a light switch as it were. Her memories of an utterly horrific experience of being degraded, beaten, and drugged were all turned off. They were replaced with a far more delightful outcome.

Her attention shifted to Redvox's approach and only then did she realize how much bigger she truly was. Aslisk could turn the tables now, couldn't she? Wouldn't it be funny to just drag the Harbringer around like he had carried her when she'd been burned? Aslisk hadn't even realized that her burn wounds were nonexistent in this new form. Where burn wounds had covered her wyvern body, a dense and thick purple pelt now resided. Not a single flame was present either, another stark difference between her old body and the one she was in currently. Yet Aslisk still felt somewhat warm. This body wasn't endothermic either, but it certainly provided more warmth than her wyvern body did due to the sheer amount of feathers that covered her. "I don't know how it happened. And I'm not massive. If you want a massive creature I will tell you about the Sinaphx," the regent muttered, although her tone was.. not as sharp as usual. It could perhaps be chalked up to the confusion of being in an entirely different body, or perhaps the internal conflict of memories suddenly being gone. Aslisk shifted her weight, attention turning to the stairs.

Her move to begin going back up the stairs was interrupted by Breena addressing her. She had to crane her head down a little bit more than she previously in order to actually establish some vague form of eye contact. "I'm fine. It's.. disorienting is all. I don't even know what I am right now." Aslisk ended in a soft grumble. Couldn't she just have a little, just a little bit of stability? Now she had this new body that she would have to grow accustomed to, and this was just when she had started to get a hang of her wyvern body instead. The scale and feather covered reptile took a small step towards the staircase. "At least I hope I'm fine. I'm not sure about how my insides are or hask like that, but it's probably fine because I don't feel like I've been speared again," Aslisk continued. Her tail slowly swung behind her, dragging on the ground due to the weight of the hidden club that was covered by fluff. Aslisk turned and began to clamber on up the stairs. She was being careful, but indeed acknowledged that perhaps her increase in weight was more than the stairs could handle. "Maybe I should just teleport up," the fluffy creature noted just a moment before actually following through with the action, disappearing with a swift teleport to save the stairs from dealing with her absurd increase in weight.

I GET MY WAY THROUGH GENOCIDE CAUSE FREAKS LIKE YOU JUST WASTE MY TIME
ASLISK - wyvern - powers - halls of hiraeth - regent - hot shot

With altered memories came oddities of conflicting and current memories. She squeezed a fist together a few times, relishing the feeling of having something akin to a hand. Trying to figure out what had caused her anger when she no longer remembered it was frustrating. What had been her motivation now drew a blank. Where she had been sure of herself was now gone, and her face scrunched up a little to try and recall such a thing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She'd worry about it later, because Aslisk's priority of the time was to figure out what she currently was. Not a wyvern, for sure, a glance down at her claws assured her of such a thing. Aslisk was equally as pried from her musings when she was questioned. "Right, right. The Sinaphx. I want you to take this entire lusluing continent. Multiply it by ten. That's how big the thing's claws are." She was pretty sure it was around the same size, or close enough for the mental image. The massive fish that could crush entire cities just by swimming past, or just because it decided to. Aslisk, personally, had never seen the fish. She couldn't float, and she didn't fancy a trip down to the bottom of the ocean to find a treasure obsessed fish. "Sirethea had to call up the hasking life ancient to make another whole planet for the thing since it wouldn't fit in the ocean anymore." Aslisk added, a soft snort accompanying her words. Did she acknowledge the question had been rhetorical? No. She was distracted, and for good reason.

Her tail swung behind her before she teleported off. The end of her tail was heavy, and she had yet to figure out why. Or how. This entire situation made absolutely no sense to her. She wasn't aware of how, even without flames flickering from her jagged edges, that the leader was still worried about her destructive nature. It was dismissed by her distraction, trying to figure out what she was. From what Aslisk had been able to see of herself, she was certainly some sort of.. thing. It wasn't any form of clarification. She had absolutely no idea what she was, her mind not even acknowledging the species of dinosaurs in the slightest. Her mind was thinking of variations of species that she was used to seeing. Such was silly, because none of those creatures were even here. Not even her normal body here, either. How badly Aslisk wished to obtain her regular self again. She missed wearing jackets and hoodies. The comfortable clothes that she normally wore certainly would not fit on this fluffy body. Especially the holes for wings, limbs that no longer were present. Her wyvern body had wings, but not this one.

Upon teleporting up to see herself in the mirror that was in Redvox's room, Aslisk was certainly disgruntled. It didn't shed any light on what she was. She still had absolutely no idea. Her teeth gritted together. "I look like some mutated Hosajisk, but with less horns and teeth.." Her words were little more than a soft mutter. Her tail swung behind her again, still resting on the ground due to the sudden impulse of weight. Aslisk turned a little, curling her claws, raising her head. Absolutely no clarification. "Not going to lie. I liked the wyvern body better than this one because at least in that one I could fly. Even if it was super lusluing cold and burned up," she added snappily. She trudged out of the Harbringer's room, not wanting to stay in the room for any longer than she had to. Yes, ducking a little was required due to her massive body - she'd almost wound up smacking her head into the doorframe that certainly was not made to account for the massive height of a sinotyrannus. "This would be the one reason I'd want Ichigo here. She could just make me right back to normal. Hm. This world is pretty strange. Can people change forms on a whim here? Sounds like the stupid hask that could happen here." Her genuine question of course had to turn sour near the end - such was simply the regent's nature.