the angel from my nightmare | open & body change
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MEN, THE POLITE ONES AT LEAST, WOULD CALL ME A MONSTER
Regis parted his jaws in a long yawn as he sat out in the middle of Tempesta, milling about with nothing to do for once. No gathering herbs, no hunting down prey and draining them of blood, and no herb games for his apprentices. The lion was having a much deserved lazy day, if anyone came to him with missing limbs or were bleeding out then sod 'em! He didn't have time for it.
However as he let his gaze roll across his surroundings the vampire then noticed someone unfamiliar wandering by. A black and white cat? Did someone else join recently? Jeez, he was falling behind again. It wasn't until he heaved himself to his paws and wandered towards the feline that his nostrils quivered and caught the distinct hidden scent within the individual's blood; this was Samuel. THIS. WAS. SAM. Regis froze and embarrassing snorting noises escaped him as he wrestled to suppress the laughter growing within his chest. Though he soon enough collapsed down onto his shoulder and tucked his head under his paw as he finally let the rift of laughter finally flow free.
"Goodness... the whisps... ha! They must... think you... need to be more... haaa!"
The medic couldn't even bring himself to end his sentence and instead was left wheezing for breath between the giggles.
A BLOOD DRINKING FREAK
Main Body:
- White furred lion with streaks of grey and black running through his mane, tail tuft, and down the longer fur lining the backs of his legs. He has brown eyes and marginally longer than usual upper canine teeth. Often has a belt harness on, with a book and a couple pouches of herbs attached.
- Partial Vampiric Form is a large Saber-Toothed Cat sharing a similar colour scheme to his lion body, but his eyes glow a grim tone of red.
- Full Feral Vampire Form is a Vampire Bat Wyvern creature. Face and wings more akin to that of a vampire bat, and the body and hind legs of a wyvern. This is not a hybrid. Coarse fur covers his back and neck whilst dark blue scales covers the rest of his body. Size of his body is equal to that of a Rhino with a frighteningly large wingspan.
Powers/Mutations:
- Conjuration
- Super Senses
- Super Strength (only present in Vampire Form)
- Super Speed (only present in Vampire Form)
- Shape-Shifting (purely to allow the shift between Normal and Vampire Forms)
- Vampirism
- Ghost Mode (turns into a black and crimson cloud)
- Sound Manipulation
Combat:
- Physical: Medium/Very Hard
- Mental: Hard/Medium
- No Kill
- No Capture
Current Ranks:
- Head Medic of the Thunderlands
- Knight of the Thunderlands
- Foreign Minister of the Thunderlands
Former Ranks:
- none
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Vega saw Regis wheezing with laughter and wandered over to see what the fuss was all about. She saw a tiny (at least compared to her) black and white feline and heard Regis' laughing voice. Something about the whisp's and suddenly they clicked together. Vega tried to be polite, she really did but in the end she couldn't hold it in and the lioness fell over and was rolling on the ground beside Regis, her eyes shut tightly and her sides contracting quickly as she guffawed, tail lashing the ground. "I'm... so sorry.. I couldn't... help myself!"
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★ ★ ★ Oh, if Sam were to share his opinion on felines aloud, he’d definitely see a new side of Wesley. There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a cat. So what if some liked their fur groomed a particular way or preferred to lounge about? In fact, Wes would probably hate being a dog. He was only just getting used to the fact not all canines were insensitive, barking idiots.
When Wes picked up on their laughter, he approached in order to investigate. Although both lions seemed overcome with laughter, the tabby couldn’t see anything even remotely hilarious. “What’s so funny?” he asked, feeling lost and a bit embarrassed. There was obviously something he wasn’t understanding here
"Speech."
FINDING SOLACE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
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❝ And right on que, there it was. Regis and Vega cracking up and laughing their asses off. His ears flattened against his skull and he stopped walking. “Yes, yes. Im a cat.” he huffed, drawing his paw up to his maw and licked it. “Everyone just knows me as a german Shepherd, not a cat.” he said, forcibly shaking it off. As much as he despised the feeling of a feline, he could deal with it for now. ❞
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MEN, THE POLITE ONES AT LEAST, WOULD CALL ME A MONSTER
"Whittle wee Sammy-boy! So, is this the will of the wisps or did the pixies come back?"
Regis queried at last as he regained his ability to breathe and speak, the male lion simply opting to remain laying down as he doubted his legs could support him at that very moment. He was still giggling away, unable to stop himself quite yet. Though he supposed being a cat was better than being a spider, such as he recalled the pixies doing during that mass prank event.
A BLOOD DRINKING FREAK
Main Body:
- White furred lion with streaks of grey and black running through his mane, tail tuft, and down the longer fur lining the backs of his legs. He has brown eyes and marginally longer than usual upper canine teeth. Often has a belt harness on, with a book and a couple pouches of herbs attached.
- Partial Vampiric Form is a large Saber-Toothed Cat sharing a similar colour scheme to his lion body, but his eyes glow a grim tone of red.
- Full Feral Vampire Form is a Vampire Bat Wyvern creature. Face and wings more akin to that of a vampire bat, and the body and hind legs of a wyvern. This is not a hybrid. Coarse fur covers his back and neck whilst dark blue scales covers the rest of his body. Size of his body is equal to that of a Rhino with a frighteningly large wingspan.
Powers/Mutations:
- Conjuration
- Super Senses
- Super Strength (only present in Vampire Form)
- Super Speed (only present in Vampire Form)
- Shape-Shifting (purely to allow the shift between Normal and Vampire Forms)
- Vampirism
- Ghost Mode (turns into a black and crimson cloud)
- Sound Manipulation
Combat:
- Physical: Medium/Very Hard
- Mental: Hard/Medium
- No Kill
- No Capture
Current Ranks:
- Head Medic of the Thunderlands
- Knight of the Thunderlands
- Foreign Minister of the Thunderlands
Former Ranks:
- none
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❝ If he could just shapeshift right now, he wouldve attacked Regis right now. His tail flicked back and forth irritatedly. “Whoever did it, it wasn’t my choice.” he would say lowly. What he would give to smack the medic against the head like he had various times to him. Gagh he hated people. ❞
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★ ★ ★ "Er, excuse me, but I think I heard you wrong. You're a cat. Pretty positive you can't have ever been a dog," Wes stated, staring at the other blankly. That was quite absurd, probably the craziest thing her heard so far.
He looked to Regis, slighty uncomfortable that the lion was still laughing. Maybe this was just a joke Wesley had yet to catch onto. If that were the case, he didn't like it. His brown eyes slowly changed from confusion to annoyance. "'Did it'? Did what?"
"Speech."
FINDING SOLACE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND
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Being a cat himself, he didn't find it as funny as the others that sam was a cat. Not that he was offended or anything, he just didn't see the hilarity of being a cat. He was a shapeshifter, he turned into a rabbit once, what was the deal about being a cat? But the boy, upon approaching, was quick to jump into the cheerful atmosphere. Grinning, the boy was infected quickly by Regis's laughter as he chuckled, "Careful Regis, he might start FELINE bad about himself! Don't want him to get a CAT-itude!" he patted Sam's shoulder gently, his green eyes twinkling with mirth, "don't worry sam, you're purrfectly fine in this fur-orm."
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MEN, THE POLITE ONES AT LEAST, WOULD CALL ME A MONSTER
"Ah, you weren't here when it occurred by little critters called pixies once arrived in the Thunderlands and turned us all into different numbers. I was a fennec fox, and poor Sam there was a spider."
Regis shared, imagining this must be all very confusing for the former kittypet. Though he soon rolled his head round and narrowed his eyes at Kismet when the puns came rolling out.
"Oh give over!"
A BLOOD DRINKING FREAK
Main Body:
- White furred lion with streaks of grey and black running through his mane, tail tuft, and down the longer fur lining the backs of his legs. He has brown eyes and marginally longer than usual upper canine teeth. Often has a belt harness on, with a book and a couple pouches of herbs attached.
- Partial Vampiric Form is a large Saber-Toothed Cat sharing a similar colour scheme to his lion body, but his eyes glow a grim tone of red.
- Full Feral Vampire Form is a Vampire Bat Wyvern creature. Face and wings more akin to that of a vampire bat, and the body and hind legs of a wyvern. This is not a hybrid. Coarse fur covers his back and neck whilst dark blue scales covers the rest of his body. Size of his body is equal to that of a Rhino with a frighteningly large wingspan.
Powers/Mutations:
- Conjuration
- Super Senses
- Super Strength (only present in Vampire Form)
- Super Speed (only present in Vampire Form)
- Shape-Shifting (purely to allow the shift between Normal and Vampire Forms)
- Vampirism
- Ghost Mode (turns into a black and crimson cloud)
- Sound Manipulation
Combat:
- Physical: Medium/Very Hard
- Mental: Hard/Medium
- No Kill
- No Capture
Current Ranks:
- Head Medic of the Thunderlands
- Knight of the Thunderlands
- Foreign Minister of the Thunderlands
Former Ranks:
- none
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★ ★ ★ Wesley shuddered as Regis explained. Turning into a spider? Forget the fact that sounded impossible - it was absolutely horrifying. Spiders were the most disgusting creatures on this earth if you asked Wesley. Anytime one had found its way into the house, Hollie had to be the one to take it outside. She often teased him about that. “That sounds like a nightmare,” he muttered aloud. Fortunately, he hadn’t been here when it had occurred... but that also made him doubtful. Nightmare indeed - it didn’t sound real at all.
"Speech."
FINDING SOLACE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND