Maybe it was pretty lame that Killian didn't know what kind of powers he had. Scratch that, it was really lame. 200-something years and all he knew was that he'd died and then something had told him to get the hell up and he had. He wasn't a zombie, didn't smell of death or decay, but he wasn't really living either. The only thing that was weird was that Killian could've sworn he'd been human at one point. But when he'd gotten up after the voice told him to, it was on four paws connected to a dog's body.

Who knows, maybe he didn't have any powers at all and he'd been reincarnated or something crazy like that. Although, he didn't think he had been reincarnated, considering he didn't really have to do what a living creature would have to. He loved eating, but he didn't really have to. He loved sleeping, but he didn't get dreams so it was more like just blinking.

There was no reason to ponder over all this right now. Killian wanted food, and he wanted it now, so he stood from where he'd been sitting and was making his way off into the rest of the territory. He wanted to check out the forest; he hadn't explored it thoroughly and he wanted to try to catch something big. His eyes narrowed a bit as a muscle began spasming on his back. He slowed down a bit as more muscles began spasming, something wiggled underneath his skin. What was happening?

The doberman came to a full stop as pain began shooting through his entire being. Something was moving in him, it was wiggling and shifting around. His eyes grew wide at the feeling and his breathing quickened, he let out a whimper as something began cracking inside of him.

A hoarse howl escaped Killian as crack after crack sounded; his skin seemed to move as his bones shifted. Tufts of fur fell off in huge chunks and the dog writhed in pain on the ground. Whimpers and more howls escaped him as his body changed.

Soon, he stopped moving. Patches of short, red and white fur slowly began growing back in. His body seemed thinner, longer, his tail had grew into an actual tail instead of a stump.

Killian lay in the dirt, dust caking over the short fur. His chest heaved as he panted through a differently shaped snout. What the fuck just happened?

this sucks ass but i made all of it up as i went so oh well

"SPEECH"

7 days late i am So sorry

His eyes had focused on Fenris the moment he showed up, foggy for a moment as he tried to remember who it was. He pushed himself up slightly, quiet as he thought, before he let out an 'ohh yeah!' and looked back at Fenris. "No-" He paused to let out a cough; his throat fucking hurt- "I think I'm good. Maybe help me up? My legs feel like they're on fire."

With his response being given, Killian turned his attention back to himself and tried to take in what he looked like now. White fur? How was he supposed to keep that clean?!

"SPEECH"

Killian's legs trembled under him and he leaned a bit on Fenris as he lifted up a forepaw to inspect it. As he spoke, he moved to walk a bit, staring at his paws as he took little baby steps. "Oh yeah, so useful. It would be great if I could, y'know.. Fucking control it!" He nearly shouted the last bit as he stumbled and fell back down. The dog let out an angry growl and shoved himself back up, stumbling to the side and almost falling again before regaining his balance.

"This shit sucks! Why are these legs so much longer than my last ones?!"

"SPEECH"

Killian took a brief moment to glare at the bear, pouting as much as a dog could. His gaze was quick to drop back down to his paws as he continued to take little steps that slowly became longer. "You know what, maybe I will. I'll gain control like you're saying, Fenris, and then I'll become even bigger than you two. I'll become a giant bear and fuckin' stomp you two."

He seemed to be getting the hang of it, though, and after a few more moments, he spoke again, "Actually, no, I won't, those spikes probably hurt.. I'll step on your stinky ass though, Zim!"

"SPEECH"