- Jun 18, 2015
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The trip back was easy. He'd already crashed his way through the woods, leaving an easier trail to follow. There was nothing in his way, and he hadn't gotten very far into the woods in the first place.
The shack was easy to find, and while he was wary about shifting with someone nearby, the man hadn't actually attempted to kill him before, and there was very little he could do. He had no way to communicate, and there was no guarantee that he'd get bored and leave on his own to give Ignatius some privacy.
The shack was just that - a shack. It was little more than walls, a roof, and a door. There was only one window, and it had frosted glass, preventing anyone from seeing inside. The door was a bit oversized, taking up the majority of the wall. There was essentially room to store things, and little else, and it remained empty except for a small carpet (quite shredded, unfortunately) and a shelf for his clothes.
His body twisted abnormally as he began to shrink. Size always took the longest, and while he could only guide it to a certain extent, he tried to focus on size first. By the time he was able to pass through the open doorway, his tail was less than half his size, and his posture was significantly more upright. He was somewhere in between human and tyrannosaur, and not in the pleasant anthropomorphic animal way. Walking was difficult, and he stumbled into the shack, his bones twisting and rearranging inside him.
It took the better part of four minutes for him to be finished, and he dressed quickly before peeking out of the shack. He still looked strange, with the yellow marking across the bridge of his nose and the black sclera of his eyes, but he no longer looked exactly like a T-rex, and was unlikely to be mistaken for one without context.
The shack was easy to find, and while he was wary about shifting with someone nearby, the man hadn't actually attempted to kill him before, and there was very little he could do. He had no way to communicate, and there was no guarantee that he'd get bored and leave on his own to give Ignatius some privacy.
The shack was just that - a shack. It was little more than walls, a roof, and a door. There was only one window, and it had frosted glass, preventing anyone from seeing inside. The door was a bit oversized, taking up the majority of the wall. There was essentially room to store things, and little else, and it remained empty except for a small carpet (quite shredded, unfortunately) and a shelf for his clothes.
His body twisted abnormally as he began to shrink. Size always took the longest, and while he could only guide it to a certain extent, he tried to focus on size first. By the time he was able to pass through the open doorway, his tail was less than half his size, and his posture was significantly more upright. He was somewhere in between human and tyrannosaur, and not in the pleasant anthropomorphic animal way. Walking was difficult, and he stumbled into the shack, his bones twisting and rearranging inside him.
It took the better part of four minutes for him to be finished, and he dressed quickly before peeking out of the shack. He still looked strange, with the yellow marking across the bridge of his nose and the black sclera of his eyes, but he no longer looked exactly like a T-rex, and was unlikely to be mistaken for one without context.
Tag to @"Der Lampman"
Pink hair, green skin, and massive horns - there was really no question about if the man who had followed him back to the shack was human, even if he hadn't seen him weild plant life like he was part of it. The lack of shirt made the scar across his torso obvious, and it gave him a rather alarming appearance. He was someone who had seen combat in a way that Ignatius had certainly not. Ignatius's battles were limited to the occasional fistfight in school and nothing else. It had never been serious, and he'd never even been really hurt, beyond scraping his knuckles. While Ignatius had plenty of scars of his own, essentially all of his were simply stretch marks from his horribly painful growth spurt. Not exactly impressive scars.
Ignatius let out a little huff, but decided it was probably better not to argue. He had never been big on combat, and while he was confident in his other forms capacity for violence, he had no desire to actuallyenact that violence. Certainly not on something that his reptile brain didn't think of as food. Too small - not enough flesh. Plus it looked more like plant then meat, and that just didn't do anything for him.