The knife shook in his hand. The granite eyes carved and still a moment ago exploded into alien life. They shook, glowing blue, a glow that soon expanded to encompass the entire tool.
In shock he dropped the item, but the blue glow leapt from the relic, and struck him in the arm. The blue bolt whirled itself into a vortex of incandescent energy which quickly enveloped him. Where the energy touched him, fur grew thick. Fingers fused, and toes grew and meshed into flippers.
The knife drifted down. His face also covered with fur and pushed out into a snout. Legs combined as hair covered them, becoming a tail, ending in a powerful tailfin. His shorts shredded as his body changed, and human understandings of modesty forced him to blush. The seal-man could feel new sensations, but questions welled up within him.
What was he? Why did the knife change him? But as he dove to retrieve the knife, he remembered the surface. He could hold his breath, but not indefinitely. The sea called and somehow, he knew he belonged in it now.
----------------------- The sea doesn't suffer its treasures to be stolen, and trying to take a cursed knife sealed his fate. Though I may put up another sketch or so, this is my last finished piece before I shove-off across the lake. Later guys
“Intro to Archaeology proved as boring as ever, and I slept through another lecture, something about Aboriginal cultures and that sort of nonsense. It was fairly obvious the professor had never been to Australia, had no interest in the material he was teaching, which is something I actually have in common with him. I drifted off in the middle of the class and Glaucus told me he threw a book at me to wake me up, and if not for the red mark on my face I’d assume he made it up. When the class finally ended I don’t think I ever ran faster than I did then to get out, and I’ve been a wolf before. Outside the sun was shining, and some bird was chattering obnoxiously, it was probably the one that lands on me after I change.
After wards in the hall Glaucus rambled on to me something about being more alert in class, and to remember my karma. I told the fish boy to make sure he drank his elixir and left him mid speech. Exhaling deeply and rolling up my worn-out sleeves I left -whatever class that was- around four, because I needed some real sleep. On the way back, to my house I avoided the football players, and the flea mart- my last adventures with them were still rather fresh in my mind, and turning into a giant mammal and having to hide for a week didn’t appeal to me currently. Seeing the Donkey and Elephant signs—I went around the political debate group on the lawn, and then passed the angry preacher’s stand, after letting him telling me I was going to hell I received one of his handouts and went on my way.
“Stupid boy!” A harsh elderly voice screeched behind me, completely shattering my reverie. I turned when I heard the voice. But no one was there. Even so I was creeped right the heck out, so I picked up my speed. On the field in front of our house I heard that voice again, was it my professor? I turned around not to see a man, but a small light brown object hurtling in the air. I ducked as it flew by—it looked like a boomerang. “Not again!” I yelled, and hightailed it out of there, a bout 25 yards from my doorstep I felt something hit my leg, and I tripped, landing in a heap. Getting back up I looked again for my assailant, seeing a figure move closer and hearing a rustling in the grass, I demanded to know who it was and why they were following me.
He didn’t answer; he just laughed and walked away. “He’s just a sociopath,” I mumbled as I stood up. I searched around for my iPod, I happened upon the boomerang. It glowed as I approached it, before I could even run away; I heard a rip and a tug on my spine… “Aww shit” I blurted. Almost immediately the tail growth was followed by my ears perking up, as if they were crawling up the side of my head, which they were. After they changed into sound amplifiers the fur came, spreading across my body like wildfire, lighter on the underside, and darker elsewhere. My hands grew pads on the undersides and became clawed.
“It’s just not my day.” I said as my jaws contorted and grew into a kangaroo snout. My changing physique did a number on my jacket and shirt, having muscles was always fun, but not when they were furred and clothing wreckers. Legs reshaped, and my feet burst out of my shoes- resulting in me falling back on my ass. I think I had almost gone a week without a transformation into some pseudo animal and my record got smashed with an old ‘favorite’. I picked up the boomerang, I was fairly sure this is the one that changed me all those years ago and as my transformation finished, I stood back up. I was used to walking like this so adjusting to digitigrade movement wasn’t so hard. Gathering up my tattered clothing and pulling my butchered shoes off of my feet I hopped on home. I found my iPod and turned it on, walking in I dumped my clothing scraps in the “tailoring nightmare” basket Relana was nice enough to give me for Christmas last year. Heading to my room, I was still getting that nap. It as just going to last longer and if any of my roommates tried to wake me up they were getting a nasty kick.” -------------
That’s a remake. The line work was from June, I just finished it Saturday. I’ve been doing mostly sketches and school art, but this took priority when I visited home last weekend and did the colors in about an hour and a half. I’ve seen a lot of Kangaroo tfs proliferate recently, and a bunch of them were very influential in the remake. I usually don’t write tfs in the first person but Kejital hasn’t been talking much lately so I let him complain first-person. And yes he’s not so much surprised as he is pissed off; non-discrimination policies only apply to humans in universities.
New watermark also, this is a test run for it mostly, I may be replacing it with something new in the coming days but I’m sick of the floating “A” and the Greek text.
It's Ottsel Day and I had decided to take the day off and play some Ice Hockey at the local arena...little did I know that the Rule Book had been modified for Ottsel Day and you needed to become an Ottsel to play!
The other one is Ash, Misty and Max as a Rescue Team, as a Machop, Torchic and Treeko. Commision [link] He was asked to draw his team in the game. I think many of them called their characters with these names .... I yes.