Away From The Flowers

Seeing the cat jump off his knee, he smiled a little, though, also a little grim, then, suddenly, he let himself transform, it was weird, it was trying to keep yourself from throwing up, and then you give in, and it hurts and feels odd. His entire body changed, looking like a large cat covered in long gray fur, then wings sprouted from the shoulder blades, gray and leathery. Horns came from his now strange head, the horns purple like.

After a few minutes, he was a deranged odd looking creature, no one could truly explain its description. Jerith lay there, unmoving in his deranged form.

Groaning, he stood on all fours, and stretched, his eyes the strange color and look. Once more, he felt something trying to take over, but once more, he didn't allow it. He looked around. Thank god the cat wasn't there, if so the thing that felt weird would try taking over to eat it.

"This is just great..." He growled silently, his voice entirely different.

"My, my, what a beautiful cat." A mocking voice said. Jerith turned around to look at Fury, who leaned against a tree, that looked quite dead.

Don't say anything, he won't know its me... he thought to himself, and stared at Fury, and growled, low, and deep in his voice, looking quite threatening. Don't attack, don't talk, he thought to himself trying to fight the urge down from attacking his cousin.