You criticising my flare, is that what I'm hearing? Because —
[ The Hnnggh!! breath is knocked out of him as Steve suddenly bows forward as if his shoulders have been kicked from behind. He groans and tries to straighten up, sending a nervous look over at Eddie — who saw enough of this shit back home, Steve is realising — and calling hoarsely, ]
Look away!
[ Before it starts.
The magic in the air has a blanketing effect on the transformation that apparently stretches out Steve's limbs, making him scream, then snarl as his face ducks away so as to save Eddie the trauma of watching him mutate. He screams as his bones reform, not quite snapping but popping into newly formed, stronger joints, and hair pushes through every inch of skin. Fur, in fact. His legs are facing Eddie as they elongate and thick paws brace against the tarmac, claws scraping, and his jeans shred from the calves down with the thickening of muscles. His thighs split the fabric and he claws at the belt to get it off, left in torn denim.
The whole thing takes less than a minute but it feels like forever to Steve, moaning on the ground first through his mouth then a muzzle full of sharp fangs as the white-hot pain recedes.
He stays where he is as he catches his breath, finally staggering up to a new height of nine-feet tall with a thick ruff of chestnut fur mirroring his usual hair, a mane of it ruffling in the wind; he throws back his head and howls, filling the alley with vibrations from the low, claiming noise. ]
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[ The Hnnggh!! breath is knocked out of him as Steve suddenly bows forward as if his shoulders have been kicked from behind. He groans and tries to straighten up, sending a nervous look over at Eddie — who saw enough of this shit back home, Steve is realising — and calling hoarsely, ]
Look away!
[ Before it starts.
The magic in the air has a blanketing effect on the transformation that apparently stretches out Steve's limbs, making him scream, then snarl as his face ducks away so as to save Eddie the trauma of watching him mutate. He screams as his bones reform, not quite snapping but popping into newly formed, stronger joints, and hair pushes through every inch of skin. Fur, in fact. His legs are facing Eddie as they elongate and thick paws brace against the tarmac, claws scraping, and his jeans shred from the calves down with the thickening of muscles. His thighs split the fabric and he claws at the belt to get it off, left in torn denim.
The whole thing takes less than a minute but it feels like forever to Steve, moaning on the ground first through his mouth then a muzzle full of sharp fangs as the white-hot pain recedes.
He stays where he is as he catches his breath, finally staggering up to a new height of nine-feet tall with a thick ruff of chestnut fur mirroring his usual hair, a mane of it ruffling in the wind; he throws back his head and howls, filling the alley with vibrations from the low, claiming noise. ]