redescribe your fires - o, form change

[redvox.]

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

Over time, Vinny had grown more and more used to his strange hybrid form. Sure, he wasn't sure he could ever get used to the staring, or the whispering, or the curious glances and thoughts about experimenting on him or wondering where he came from when even he himself didn't know. However, everything else? He was pretty used to it. He was used to using both his sturdy hooves and relatively fragile wings to travel around on all fours, and he had even, over time, learned to sit back on his hooves to remain upright, even if it meant using some extra concentration. He knew what his body excelled at, as well as what it quite desperately failed at. After all, his eyesight was horrible, but his sense of sight and smell were good, and he was an omnivore, so food was never exceedingly hard to come by. It definitely had its disadvantages, but over time he had grown to appreciate his new form, even if he still missed the feeling of the form he had been born into. However, he knew he could never get that form back. His feline form had burned up in the fire, having died to protect and save others that were more important than him. Even if he missed that body dearly, he didn't regret the way that it had gone out, and if anything he was immensely proud about it. Some days he still wondered if he could one day shapeshift back into some type of feline form, but as of lately that dream had been falling more and more to the wayside. After all, he didn't have any powers, how was he supposed to change bodies? Die again? That didn't sound particularly appealing to him.

Most of the time when Vox heard Aslisk yelling about something, he had learned to somewhat tune her out. After all, there were plenty of times where she was just yelling about nonsense, or causing a fuss over nothing. The harbinger had learned exceptionally quickly that it wasn't hard to get a big reaction out of Aslisk, so when he heard her saying her usual nonsense curse word in a loud voice, he didn't even roll over in bed. He figures somebody had taken back one of their bowls, or maybe her flames had gone out for some reason. It was hardly anything to freak out over, and he was starting to feel pretty exhausted from bringing invitations to all the different groups. However, just as he was beginning to curl up and slip away into a relaxed dozing state again, he heard the sound of several concerned voices and knocks at his door. A heavy sigh left him as he slowly sat up, dragging himself from the bed and moving to open it. As soon as he did, he was left with a face full of frantic npcs, half of them not even sure what to say and just gesturing wildly down the steps. Vinny instantly got a bad feeling, but it wasn't as if he could just ignore them and go back to sleep. After all, that would hardly be the best way to run things. Taking a deep breath, Vox waved a wing to gently soothe the crowd before he moved past them, heading down the steps towards where they had been pointing. As he moved downward, he heard Aslisk's words echoing upward, and instantly his heart sank further. Of course this had something to do with her.

Rounding the corner to where Aslisk was, Vox wasn't sure what he was expecting. Perhaps Aslisk just having a hissy fit, or a fire of some sort, or perhaps Aslisk discovering another power of hers. And well... it was sort of the last one, although not really. Vinny found himself staring immediately when Aslisk's new form came into view, and he nearly turned tail and ran straight back to bed so he wouldn't have to deal with whatever the hell had happened to his regent. Still, he slowly reminded himself of his own responsibilities, closing his eyes briefly before closing the distance to be in front of Aslisk. Staring up at her new and brightly colored form, the harbinger seemed at a loss for words before he finally said, sputtering a little, "Bertille, Aslisk, I don't... shit, how th'hell does this even happen? You're goddamn massive! I think I've got a mirror somewhere 'round up in m'room, but I'm not even sure you'd be able ta look into it... d'ya feel okay?" The mirror within his room was far from a hand mirror, and it wasn't as if he was going to drag it all the way down the stairs just so that Aslisk could glance into it, so hopefully she'd be able to head up with him... even if he was scared she was going to break his floor or something worse.