Fyet blinked. This wasn't exactly what he had been expecting. How best to answer this... "Little one, let me say it how I say it, for you to interpret as you will. Tear is not scary in the sense of the word, however behaviours of certain cats - such as Tear simply appearing there - can seem odd to those unable to perform those acts themselves. For instance... stand back a bit."
Fyet, once sure that he has enough room, closes his eyes, feeling his body creak, and bones extend, and teeth grow. His hair was getting longer too. He was constantly growing, until he had reached a size where Shard could sit on his head and still have plenty of room. Breathing deeper than before, he opened his eyes. In the place of the one, medium sized cat which had been there before, there was now a saber toothed tiger, long thought to be extinct. Clearing his throat, Fyet speaks again, though this time, his voice is deeper, and different sounding, due to the long teeth protruding from his mouth.
"You ssshee little one, no' all thingsssh are ssshcary if you know wha' they rearry are. I am sshtill Fyet, jus' in a differen' form. Now, one ssshhecond."
Fyet repeats the process, though in reverse, returning to his normal cat body. "So I don't think that tear is scary. I merely think she has a respectable power, which I am glad is on our side. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
Fyet's roar echoed across the forest, causing animals to run, and birds to fly. The roar seemed as though it suited to his previous form. Eyes becoming vertical slits, he rounds on Shard with ferocity not suiting him. His claws extend to the size of human daggers. Taking a few steps to close the distance, and bringing his paw up, as though to strike. His eyes then return to normal, and he seems to gain consciousness. Looking down at Shard, then his claws, he steps back, his mouth open. "I... I'm... I don't... please don't get me wet. I hate water. Please, do your best to not get me wet. You may put yourself in danger. Luckily, that was only a small amount of water. I... again, I'm sorry."
Posted on 2009-01-03 at 06:05:02.
Edited on 2009-01-03 at 06:05:26 by gboy
"Shard... Shard I... That's not me... it's... no!" With a small purr, Fyet runs off into the forest, leaving a path of destruction in his wake, with snapped branches, trampled undergrowth, and heavy, shrinking footprints.
Perhaps my last post was misinterpreted... oh well, it works.
Staring up at Tear is not a cat, but a small, delicate, gopher. It's hair still orange, like Fyet's, he looks up at her. "I'm a monster. I... I can't control it when there's water... I..." Fyet darts underneath the roots of a tree, his new form easily fitting through them.