05-12-2021, 07:50 PM
CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM.-- tw for gore
It was dark, night had come to the desert and the tom was tired to say the least. There had been a lot of things occurring here and there were a lot of mental hurdles for him to get across. But he was trying to settle yet he was in pain. A pain that had been with him since he had joined the Pitt. He hadn't really been trying to say anything about it. No one wanted a cry baby around them so he tried to deal with it himself. Thinking that maybe he just needed a little extra blood to soothe his body. But he had gotten some discreetly, as quietly as he could and well, it hadn't worked. And it was getting worse. His body felt like it was on fire, skin stretched too tight. He was a bumbling fool in the desert alone because he couldn't sleep because of the pain. His eyes lifted up to look at the moon and he tried to surpress his own shaking. "Damn it....I guess this is happening again, huh?" His breathing labored as he felt the first splitting of his skin. His mouth. Blackish purple oozing liquid began to sleep from his tearing skin and he groaned.
The pain was unbearable and he doubted that he would remember anything of it at all. He fell against the desert sand and his body shook. Val reached up and began sinking his claws into his own skin, pulling the flesh away like it was only a sleeve as the skin on his back began to crack and tear. Blood that was the same black purple began to pour from the opening wounds even as he began to pull and tear at his own flesh. What looked like golden and white fur laid underneath. Massive jaws with both bottom and top canines elongated became visible. The more he tore and ripped at himself the more the other skin became visibly. All the while he was growing and that was what was splitting him open. Legs bursting the skin and fur to reveal grey white scales.
Thick white talons carved through the small claws of the domestic and dropped to a bloody heap on the ground. Horns grew, puncturing through skin and flesh. The ground around him was covered in blood and large swathes of flesh and skin. Chuncks of it even. The massive seven foot creature shook himself sheer and harder still as a tail with sharp edge spikes cut through, shaking off what skin and flesh remained before shaking the draconic tail of white and grey scales, soft white golden fur like a mane shifting. When the change was done the draconic tiger was barely conscious, laying there where flesh, fur, and blood remained. Slow breathing. Smoke seething from between parted lips but all was quiet.
It was dark, night had come to the desert and the tom was tired to say the least. There had been a lot of things occurring here and there were a lot of mental hurdles for him to get across. But he was trying to settle yet he was in pain. A pain that had been with him since he had joined the Pitt. He hadn't really been trying to say anything about it. No one wanted a cry baby around them so he tried to deal with it himself. Thinking that maybe he just needed a little extra blood to soothe his body. But he had gotten some discreetly, as quietly as he could and well, it hadn't worked. And it was getting worse. His body felt like it was on fire, skin stretched too tight. He was a bumbling fool in the desert alone because he couldn't sleep because of the pain. His eyes lifted up to look at the moon and he tried to surpress his own shaking. "Damn it....I guess this is happening again, huh?" His breathing labored as he felt the first splitting of his skin. His mouth. Blackish purple oozing liquid began to sleep from his tearing skin and he groaned.
The pain was unbearable and he doubted that he would remember anything of it at all. He fell against the desert sand and his body shook. Val reached up and began sinking his claws into his own skin, pulling the flesh away like it was only a sleeve as the skin on his back began to crack and tear. Blood that was the same black purple began to pour from the opening wounds even as he began to pull and tear at his own flesh. What looked like golden and white fur laid underneath. Massive jaws with both bottom and top canines elongated became visible. The more he tore and ripped at himself the more the other skin became visibly. All the while he was growing and that was what was splitting him open. Legs bursting the skin and fur to reveal grey white scales.
Thick white talons carved through the small claws of the domestic and dropped to a bloody heap on the ground. Horns grew, puncturing through skin and flesh. The ground around him was covered in blood and large swathes of flesh and skin. Chuncks of it even. The massive seven foot creature shook himself sheer and harder still as a tail with sharp edge spikes cut through, shaking off what skin and flesh remained before shaking the draconic tail of white and grey scales, soft white golden fur like a mane shifting. When the change was done the draconic tiger was barely conscious, laying there where flesh, fur, and blood remained. Slow breathing. Smoke seething from between parted lips but all was quiet.
