[ He watches intently as Olivine sits. The man isn't scared, at least not like the others. Something in Basch aches, and his back arches, teeth bared as he moans in pain.
The claws on his hands retract to nails, the pads of wolf feet dissipating to skin. Another layer of fur thins on his legs, feet starting to look more human. But it leaves him nauseous and panting. He tries to sit, tries to remember how to look like the person across from him. ]
It's...not supposed to happen this quickly...
[ He's on his ass now, at least, leaning against the roots of a tree. He closes his eyes, head leaning back as he tries to calm his breathing, his ears straining for sounds of danger beyond their clearing. Thought is getting a little easier, and he wrinkles his brow. ]
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Date: 2024-03-08 09:23 pm (UTC)The claws on his hands retract to nails, the pads of wolf feet dissipating to skin. Another layer of fur thins on his legs, feet starting to look more human. But it leaves him nauseous and panting. He tries to sit, tries to remember how to look like the person across from him. ]
It's...not supposed to happen this quickly...
[ He's on his ass now, at least, leaning against the roots of a tree. He closes his eyes, head leaning back as he tries to calm his breathing, his ears straining for sounds of danger beyond their clearing. Thought is getting a little easier, and he wrinkles his brow. ]
Why ... aren't you afraid?