09-30-2019, 03:40 PM
When Wormwood had experienced his form change, it had been an unwilling change that had surprised and upset him because of the fact that he was slowly rotting, and looked ugly as all hell. Some others, such as Roy, had insisted that he had looked cool as a hellhound, rather than looking like a disgusting monstrosity, like he felt like. Needless to say, he had been very glad when he had gotten the ability to shift back and forth again after Arethus had died, and while the hellhound form did still have its uses – after all, it was pretty damn strong for its size, and he had better control over his fire elementals while he was in the hellhound form – but he was much happier to be back in his birth body, granted it was with the addition of his golden and red wings, and with the removal of his right eye. He still found that he was slightly upset that he was still missing his right eye, even with the change back to his old form, but it was still worth it to him. To have the thickness of his pelt, something that he had hated before thanks to the heat that formed a huge cloud over the entirety of Tanglewood, but he now loved, was something that felt amazing. To see the bright and living colors of gold and red in himself rather than the dead looking colors of grey, black and blue was something that felt much nicer than it had before.
It seemed that, the grand majority of the time, a sudden form change was never actually the will of the person that it was happening to. After all, Moth had turned into her current form without meaning to, Worm had been changed without his own input, and now it seemed that Feza had fallen victim to the forced transformations as well. Wormwood had been surprised out of his meal by the yelling of his newly shrunk fellow chaser, and he raised his head toward her, just blinking at her for a moment, confused as to who exactly she was. Her voice sounded familiar, but she was most definitely not the same species anymore, and he looked down for a moment, thinking for a long moment before he remembered why he knew the voice: it was Feza. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted to get involved in this right now, but eventually deciding to get up to his feet. He chuckled a little bit at her newly squeaky voice. Sure, her voice had always been a little bit squeaky and excitable, but this was a whole new level, and if he wasn't so amused, he probably would have been pinning his ears to his head and being aggravated by her voice. Wormwood, once he was up to his paws, hesitated before vanishing inside of his houses glancing around to see if he had a mirror. His house was a bit of a mess right now, since he was still in the process of helping Roy move in, but he did have a mirror. However, it was attached to his cabinet, and it wasn't as if he could just rip it off and give it to Feza. However, after a bit of searching around in his drawers, he eventually found a hand mirror, snatching it up into his jaws and heading back outside to where the tiny dragon was.
Leaning down, Worm held the mirror up for a moment before putting it aside and rumbling with a bit of a smile, tilting his head to one side, "You certainly have shrunk, but not only that. It seems like you've got shapeshifting, like Moth and I. I guess you're a... dragon? Sorta like that big asshole Pittian dragon, but super small and blue. How does it feel not having wings anymore?" He supposed that he should have known the answer to that question, since Worm had gone from a winged lion to a hellhound and back again, but Feza had always had wings since he had first met her, and his wings had grown in long after he had been born and grown up. He wasn't actually sure if Feza had been born with her wings or had grown them when she was extremely tiny, but either way she had certainly become more used to them than he had when he had unwillingly shapeshifted. He glanced down for a moment, wondering if he should try shifting back to his hellhound form to demonstrate the power to Feza, but ultimately decided against it, since he assumed that the other chaser knew what shapeshifting was, since it wasn't as if powers were extremely rare, especially in battle – even though Feza hadn't exactly shown that she enjoyed battle a lot thus far.
There was one thing that he was wondering, especially since Arethas was dead now and he could freely shift back and forth, and he glanced back towards where Feza had come from before he questioned, "If you don't like it though, can you try shifting back? I mean, are you able to just go back and forth?" If she was able to, he would probably be aggravated at first, since he hadn't been able to go back and forth immediately, but he supposed it made sense, since it seemed as though his transformation had been directly caused by Arethas, and it didn't seem as though Feza's transformation had been directly caused by anything... that he knew of. He could've been wrong, since he hadn't been there for when Feza had shifted in the first place, but he had a feeling that this was just... random, like most of the things that went on with Feza. And given how she was panicking right now, it definitely wasn't something that Feza had planned ahead of time. She was sort of reacting like she had when they had been sparring together, with all her stammering and constant shifting and the way that she was squeaking in confusion.
It seemed that, the grand majority of the time, a sudden form change was never actually the will of the person that it was happening to. After all, Moth had turned into her current form without meaning to, Worm had been changed without his own input, and now it seemed that Feza had fallen victim to the forced transformations as well. Wormwood had been surprised out of his meal by the yelling of his newly shrunk fellow chaser, and he raised his head toward her, just blinking at her for a moment, confused as to who exactly she was. Her voice sounded familiar, but she was most definitely not the same species anymore, and he looked down for a moment, thinking for a long moment before he remembered why he knew the voice: it was Feza. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he wanted to get involved in this right now, but eventually deciding to get up to his feet. He chuckled a little bit at her newly squeaky voice. Sure, her voice had always been a little bit squeaky and excitable, but this was a whole new level, and if he wasn't so amused, he probably would have been pinning his ears to his head and being aggravated by her voice. Wormwood, once he was up to his paws, hesitated before vanishing inside of his houses glancing around to see if he had a mirror. His house was a bit of a mess right now, since he was still in the process of helping Roy move in, but he did have a mirror. However, it was attached to his cabinet, and it wasn't as if he could just rip it off and give it to Feza. However, after a bit of searching around in his drawers, he eventually found a hand mirror, snatching it up into his jaws and heading back outside to where the tiny dragon was.
Leaning down, Worm held the mirror up for a moment before putting it aside and rumbling with a bit of a smile, tilting his head to one side, "You certainly have shrunk, but not only that. It seems like you've got shapeshifting, like Moth and I. I guess you're a... dragon? Sorta like that big asshole Pittian dragon, but super small and blue. How does it feel not having wings anymore?" He supposed that he should have known the answer to that question, since Worm had gone from a winged lion to a hellhound and back again, but Feza had always had wings since he had first met her, and his wings had grown in long after he had been born and grown up. He wasn't actually sure if Feza had been born with her wings or had grown them when she was extremely tiny, but either way she had certainly become more used to them than he had when he had unwillingly shapeshifted. He glanced down for a moment, wondering if he should try shifting back to his hellhound form to demonstrate the power to Feza, but ultimately decided against it, since he assumed that the other chaser knew what shapeshifting was, since it wasn't as if powers were extremely rare, especially in battle – even though Feza hadn't exactly shown that she enjoyed battle a lot thus far.
There was one thing that he was wondering, especially since Arethas was dead now and he could freely shift back and forth, and he glanced back towards where Feza had come from before he questioned, "If you don't like it though, can you try shifting back? I mean, are you able to just go back and forth?" If she was able to, he would probably be aggravated at first, since he hadn't been able to go back and forth immediately, but he supposed it made sense, since it seemed as though his transformation had been directly caused by Arethas, and it didn't seem as though Feza's transformation had been directly caused by anything... that he knew of. He could've been wrong, since he hadn't been there for when Feza had shifted in the first place, but he had a feeling that this was just... random, like most of the things that went on with Feza. And given how she was panicking right now, it definitely wasn't something that Feza had planned ahead of time. She was sort of reacting like she had when they had been sparring together, with all her stammering and constant shifting and the way that she was squeaking in confusion.
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— Reggan