and he screams to the sun // open, shapeshifting

[▷killian◁]

Maybe it was pretty lame that Killian didn't know what kind of powers he had. Scratch that, it was really lame. 200-something years and all he knew was that he'd died and then something had told him to get the hell up and he had. He wasn't a zombie, didn't smell of death or decay, but he wasn't really living either. The only thing that was weird was that Killian could've sworn he'd been human at one point. But when he'd gotten up after the voice told him to, it was on four paws connected to a dog's body.

Who knows, maybe he didn't have any powers at all and he'd been reincarnated or something crazy like that. Although, he didn't think he had been reincarnated, considering he didn't really have to do what a living creature would have to. He loved eating, but he didn't really have to. He loved sleeping, but he didn't get dreams so it was more like just blinking.

There was no reason to ponder over all this right now. Killian wanted food, and he wanted it now, so he stood from where he'd been sitting and was making his way off into the rest of the territory. He wanted to check out the forest; he hadn't explored it thoroughly and he wanted to try to catch something big. His eyes narrowed a bit as a muscle began spasming on his back. He slowed down a bit as more muscles began spasming, something wiggled underneath his skin. What was happening?

The doberman came to a full stop as pain began shooting through his entire being. Something was moving in him, it was wiggling and shifting around. His eyes grew wide at the feeling and his breathing quickened, he let out a whimper as something began cracking inside of him.

A hoarse howl escaped Killian as crack after crack sounded; his skin seemed to move as his bones shifted. Tufts of fur fell off in huge chunks and the dog writhed in pain on the ground. Whimpers and more howls escaped him as his body changed.

Soon, he stopped moving. Patches of short, red and white fur slowly began growing back in. His body seemed thinner, longer, his tail had grew into an actual tail instead of a stump.

Killian lay in the dirt, dust caking over the short fur. His chest heaved as he panted through a differently shaped snout. What the fuck just happened?

this sucks ass but i made all of it up as i went so oh well

"SPEECH"

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