PLAYING IN MY HEART ☆ new body

[wormwood.]

The hellhound had still been looking down, inspecting his new faintly unpleasant form when suddenly Feza came rushing up, and the familiar slamming together of one of her wind chimes reached his newly enlarged ears. Normally he would've reacted with anger to Feza's bright and cheery voice – although this time it had taken on a faint tone of anger – but this time his eyes just blinked wide open in surprise, staring at the multicolored leopard in confusion. He didn't understand why she was saying these things to him, and he would've chocked it up to her usual insanity, but this seemed quite genuine, and had him questioned whether he was the one in the wrong – mainly because of his current grogginess. Thankfully Feza's yelling and wind chime had succeeded in waking him up somewhat, and his gaze quickly went back down to his newly dark blue paws. The bone claws that resided there very clearly weren't the relatively small claws that he used to have, which were usually easily pulled back into his paws. When he attempted to pull the bone claws back, he found no success, and he let out a soft confused whimper in response to his own actions.

Remembering that there was somebody else with him at the moment, he looked up at Feza and questioned softly, his eyebrows drawing together in faint worry, "Feza...? What are you talking about? It's me, Wormwood. This is my house." He was immediately quite startled when he heard his own voice, which was quite different from his lion one. His voice was now raspy and faintly breathless, as if he was decaying from the inside, which he very well may have been. It was disturbingly different from the deep timbre his voice used to be, and he pulled his paws quickly up to his muzzle, covering it and staring ahead in shock. After a long moment, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly before quickly moving back inside his house, looking around quickly. He knew he had a mirror in here in the corner, and he desperately needed to see himself right now to see what was going on. Eventually he found the large mirror, sinking his new fangs into the mirror and pulling it out from the corner to face himself. When he saw the new form, his suddenly golden eyes stared back at him in shock, and he stood there for a long moment, just staring at himself.

Eventually he stepped back out onto his porch, his gaze seeming far off and distracted as he sat back down. After a long moment, he rose up one of his shaggy paws to the small bone horns utop his head, before it dragged down his new purple "hair", and down to his back, which was now noticeably absent of his wings that he had grown used to. He continued just inspecting himself for a moment before sinking down into a laying position, his paws going up to his ears as he babbled, "O-Oh. I see why you didn't recognize me now... oh god, I have no fucking idea why I look like this now, or what I even am now. I thought it was kinda weird what Moth turned into, but at least she looked alive. This... this is some kind of creature I've never even seen before, and I look like I'm rotting. I'm blue." Faintly in the back of his head he was aware that he was venting out in confusion and panic, but he honestly couldn't help himself. He hadn't even been aware that he was able to shapeshift, and if he had been, he certainly wouldn't have chosen anything like this to change into. Faintly he considered that he could maybe switch back to his old self, but when he closed his eyes for a moment and tried, nothing happened, instead just leaving him with a feeling of disappointment and new exhaustion, despite having just woken up from his rest.

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