[As much as Alla wishes to stop this, he can't. Pitch's words fade and become muffled as Alla's ears shrivel and re-morph from his scalp, blossoming into fur-lined animal ears. Alla swims in pain. It swallows him up and overwhelms everything else. Even his panic and fears seem to halt.
The fellow's pink hair wilts into shadow as it grows, with unnatural speed, to a tangled mass around his body. A shock of pink remains at his widow's peak, a lone remnant that would remain of Alla's appearance. Bone ruptures his fingertips and reshapes itself into translucent claws. So much changes under his clothing, but aside from the bones in his legs popping and realigning, and a few shirt-seams ripping, it's difficult to catch all the details.
Alla gasps, eyes bulging, unblinking, as the worst of it begins. Terror, anxiety, and pain all spike in unison, bursting from his mind like the bones from his skin. His head croons to the floor, face scraping the grainy wood. His black blood dampens his freshly grown hair as horns uncoil from his head. A gargled cry escapes him. Everything begins to settle... everything except the young lad's panic, which spikes again as his consciousness returns. The world is real again...unfortunately.
He collapses, soaking his clothes in more fresh blood. When he tries to speak, his throat rebels, throwing strained and grainy undertones rather than words. His glass-like hooves, free of their sodden boots, scrape along the floor in panic as he scrambles to get away.]
Look what you have done...!
[Spite heats his words, twining with the fear that smoked from his very being. It's strong, potent, no longer solely his own, and it tastes of danger.]
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The fellow's pink hair wilts into shadow as it grows, with unnatural speed, to a tangled mass around his body. A shock of pink remains at his widow's peak, a lone remnant that would remain of Alla's appearance. Bone ruptures his fingertips and reshapes itself into translucent claws. So much changes under his clothing, but aside from the bones in his legs popping and realigning, and a few shirt-seams ripping, it's difficult to catch all the details.
Alla gasps, eyes bulging, unblinking, as the worst of it begins. Terror, anxiety, and pain all spike in unison, bursting from his mind like the bones from his skin. His head croons to the floor, face scraping the grainy wood. His black blood dampens his freshly grown hair as horns uncoil from his head. A gargled cry escapes him. Everything begins to settle... everything except the young lad's panic, which spikes again as his consciousness returns. The world is real again...unfortunately.
He collapses, soaking his clothes in more fresh blood. When he tries to speak, his throat rebels, throwing strained and grainy undertones rather than words. His glass-like hooves, free of their sodden boots, scrape along the floor in panic as he scrambles to get away.]
Look what you have done...!
[Spite heats his words, twining with the fear that smoked from his very being. It's strong, potent, no longer solely his own, and it tastes of danger.]