Crowned Clown
New member
"Shall we head back then, Argyram?" Rukas withdrew his staff and dusted off his cloak, although it would take a bit of washing to get rid of the bloodstains that had accumulated along the edges.
"Wait a sec, I think I'm transforming.." Argyram fled into the bushes. There was the strange sound of bones rearranging into a human skeleton, fur melding back into skin, and teeth reshaping themselves. From the distance Rukas saw a pale human through the bushes, but the image quickly disappeared as Argyram began to morph again.
Argyram then reemerged from the bushes in his majestic Tiger forme. "Alright, let's go Rukas, hop on." Rukas was glad for the ride, as, being a shaman instead of, let's say a swordsman, he tired more quickly.
"Wait a sec, I think I'm transforming.." Argyram fled into the bushes. There was the strange sound of bones rearranging into a human skeleton, fur melding back into skin, and teeth reshaping themselves. From the distance Rukas saw a pale human through the bushes, but the image quickly disappeared as Argyram began to morph again.
Argyram then reemerged from the bushes in his majestic Tiger forme. "Alright, let's go Rukas, hop on." Rukas was glad for the ride, as, being a shaman instead of, let's say a swordsman, he tired more quickly.