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((25% Red kneed Tarantula))

Georgia hugged her arms around her body, she needed to get out of her duplex badly, having spent almost all of today and yesterday hiding. Thankfully no body was at the canteen when she grabbed a quick bite to eat, but she couldn't bare to go back so soon. It was almost dark, maybe everyone went to bed already?

She pushed her long auban hair out of her eyes. The beach was where she wanted to go, she could smell the salty sea from the wind. Hesitation grabbed hold of her, what if there were someone there already? Georgia had only recently changed, after all those weeks convincing herself it wasn't going to happen, that they'd forgotten about her. Ha! Fat chance!

She stood considering, going over the changes in her mind reluntantly. The black hard skin that covered her elbows, feet and creeped from the edge from her hair line to her brow, the odd stiff, black bristle hairs that grew sparsely from the black skin which contrasted her pale pink human skin, and worse of all two spots or indents or something above her eyes, that looked like smaller eyes. Sometimes she thought she could see something from them, and that creeped her out big time. She had no idea what she was turning into and so far she was terrified of it.

A sudden urge to go back to her duplex overcame her, she shouldn't be in the open, she might be seen.

"No!" She hissed softly to herself, as much as she wanted to go and hide from everybody, she just didn't want to go and cry all night again. That got her nowhere and she didn't even feel better for it afterwards, she was lonely and depressed and of course the old saying goes, 'Misery loves company'. Of course it wasn't like she expected anyone on the beach anyway, it was a good excuse to just walk in the surf to clear the mind, better then being cooped up in a dark room alone. Something at the back of her mind wanted it that way, but Georgia's mind was set. She was going and that was that!

It wasn't until she actually came across two people on the beach that her built up confidence crumbled, but she had seen the white furry person and was morbidly curious in what he was turning into. She hesitated on the path that ended to the sand, arms folded to try and hide the ugly coloured skin, her shoes hid her black feet, so it was only the eyes and face.

No excuse came to her to explain away any of it.

So she just stood, trying to make up her mind or maybe just fighting an inner battle.

((25% Little Hairy Armadillo))

Ryan was swimming in the ocean. As strange as it was, the research he had read on Armadillos said that they were actually fairly good swimmers. He liked the water beforehand, he was just glad that he would still be able to swim after he changed all the way.

As he swam along the shore, he caught sight of some blurry blobs on the beach. Without his glasses and his changing eyes, which weren't that good to begin with, he could make out any details. They were vaguely people shaped, and there seemed to be several of them. He decided to see if he knew any of them, and see if any of them had interesting animals. He swam onto shore.

As he stepped onto shore, wearing only a bathing suit, the changes he had undergone became quite evident. His ears had grown slightly larger, and started to curl inward. His fingernails had lengthened to nearly half an inch, and were much thicker. The skin on his back had grown harder, with long hairs growing out. A small tail, with skin similar to his back, maybe two inches long, had grown from his spine. Despite all these changes, and being surrounded by several people he didn't know, he seemed...happy, almost enjoying himself.

"Hello!" He waved at no one in particular.

People. There were more people. Noah's nose wriggled instictively as he picked up a few faints smells. His mouse-like ears swiveled underneath his hood and his body stiffened. Too many people.

The German had been rather shy to begin with, and turning into an animal of rey had only made it worse. plus, he got the feeling something was lurking nearby...a predator to his prey species? Oh no, he did not like the feeling he was getting.

His tail twitched back and forth and he considered trucking back to his duplex double-time...though running off would seem awful stupid. Plus, this was the beach, of course islanders were going to be here! And of course some would have changed. He glanced at the jovial looking fellow emrging from the surf. He seemed awful happy for someone who was chaning into an animal.

He looked around at the other people approaching and decided he'd stay. he needed to get out more. Maybe people would keep him sane. Ever since the jump to 50%, his sanity had been slipping away almost as fast as his humanity.

He finally plunked down where he had been walking along the waterline, waves coming up to lap as his feet. Disgusting. He hated them. He hated the way they were stupidly and awkwardly large, and how they were rather like very long hands. Unnatural.

He huffed unhappily, still keeping an ear out for anything that might be a threat, since his eyes weren't much help. What had once been decent eyesight was decreasing rapidly as he changed. What a bother.

Nick continued to walk down towards the shoreline, still trying to get accustomed to his talon-feet. He twisted his head to side, surveying the area. Out of the unfamiliar faces one caught his eye, Colette.

He’d seen here and there since there last meeting, but he’d never really plucked up the courage to talk to her again. She was more otter than ever now, he supposed he wasn’t getting any prettier himself. He gulped as prepared to walk up to her.

“H-hi, Colette, long time no see...I-I guess you can guess what I’am now huh?...Er...n-nice tail” he said, trying to sound as pleasant as possible as he half smiled, revealing his odd beak-teeth.

With the sun at his hardened back, Ryan could get a much better look at the people that had assembled on the beach. The girl sitting on the beach didn't appear to have changed yet, though she looked... familiar.

There was a white guy, white as in actually white. He looked like he had feathers, and maybe was growong a beak. He was still too far away to get a good look at, so Ryan wasn't sure what he was yet. He was speaking to someone who was just getting to where they were. Though the person was still a bit far for him to see with his eyesight, he could just make out the shape of the tail, it had to be an otter.

Some guy had covered himself in what looked like a sheet, so he couldn't get a good look at him, but there was a bulge where a tail obviously was, and there was movement underneath the sheet at the top. It's got to be his ears

His own ears swiveled forward as much as they could when the girl standing just up the beach spoke. He just barely caught her saying 'hi' over the sound of the waves.

Suddenly a small gust of wind came, sending a chill down his back. He realized his towel was a ways down the beach. "Anybody have a towel I can borrow?"

When the man that had been swimming asked if anyone had a towel, Noah's ear twitched again, and he turned slowly to face him. He titled his head, almost inquisitively, or perhaps as though he were thinking. Then he gave a shake of his head. No towel, just his cloak. And there was no way he was taking that off. He had clothes under it- jeans and a t-shirt- but he also had the tell-tale signs of a tranformation under it. And he wanted to do everything he could to hide that.

He pawed at the sand with his hands- thankfully mice had fairly human-like hands. He was sure he'd go an extra shade of mad if he lost his manual dexterity along with everything else.

He looked at the bird-like man talking to the girl with the long brown tail. He didn't like the feeling the white bird-like man gave him. Not at all. it was a scary feeling, one that made his stomach hurt and his muscles tense as if he he were about to bolt off. Very unnerving. He didn't know why he was worried; didn't most birds eat worms anyways? he shurgged is off and went back to playing with the sand.

Everyone seemed to be having nice interactions and conversation. Except him. He was a naturally shy person, so approaching people to talk had never been easy before he had been an animal, and the self-conscious anxiety he felt after the changes wasn't helping at all.

He huffed again, playing with the wet sand- this time with his feet. Funny how they could beused to grab things and pick things up. They weren't nearly as dextrous as a primates (possuibly due to the longer shaped, he concluded), though they were still more adept at grabbing and gripping than they had been before.