shapeshifting [★] gold

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Shapeshifting. It was certainly an interesting and useful power, and it was also one that Vox most definitely did not have at his disposal. Hell, he wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up going from domestic feline to his current strange hybrid form after the fire anyways, but he knew it wasn't shapeshifting, or his body would have been hopelessly charred and useless at this point. When he had brought it up with others once or twice before, they had said that it sounded like he had possession of some kind, but honestly he wasn't so sure. He didn't remember taking control of this body, not to mention the fact that whenever he attempted to possess some other creatures, – just prey, nothing sentient – it never actually worked at all. Did he envy others with the ability to shapeshift? Maybe a little bit, but truthfully the harbinger of the group envied anybody who wasn't stuck in a strange bat goat hybrid form like him. Sure, some had insisted that his current unusual form was cool, and that he should be grateful, but he didn't quite feel that way. He still missed his old red furred domestic form. Sure, he hadn't been all that big or impressive, but he had been able to fight just fine, and he hadn't scared anybody just by looking at them when he had been a cat. Just thinking about it made his eyes darken as he slowly approached where Breena and Alaire were, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting to worry either of the younger members of the group with his sullen facial expression.

Settling down beside Alaire and watching as the boy shifted back and forth from a merlin back, the gat let out a soft chuckle of amusement, feeling proud of the young Halls member even if it hadn't been anything all that impressive. He couldn't help it, he had gotten attached to Alaire quickly, and seeing the boy happily bouncing and showing off was pretty nice. Turning his eyes back towards the druid's matter at hand, Vinny tilted his head to one side and looked over Breena's new red panda form, a soft appreciative noise leaving him before he settled on all fours. He mumbled, flashing his sharp fangs as he spoke, Shapeshiftin', eh? Sounds like y'two are all special 'n' shit! I don't have anythin' like that. Just got this form 'n' nothin' else... your new forms pretty nice, Breena! Very cute, very soft. It's called somethin', right...? Red panda?" He'd never actually met anybody who was a red panda before, so he had forgotten the name of the fluffy creature for some amount of time, up until now, of course. It was a little less intimidating than the rogue's former form, considering he knew badgers could be mean little bastards, but that didn't mean that he would end up underestimating Breena, however. He was sure whatever skills she had before had carried over to this form as well, since she was still the same old druid he had met a couple of weeks ago.