He temporarily ignored his pretty boy brother's snarky remark, and instead focused on the wondrous feeling of power now surging through his veins.
It was like fire invading his bloodstream, transforming what was once a simple stallion into a fearsome demon. The fires of Hell were engulfing him and Smolder readily accepted their power and anger.
His head forced down, he felt his mouth start to pant, from the strain of the changing. Wait... horses didn't pant. Dogs panted. Is this what he had become? Was this what was living within him this entire time, yearning and forcing its way out of him?
His mind and heart burned with hatred, and the newly formed Skinwalker opened his eyes, as if for the first time.
The pelt on his back formed so fittingly, it was as if he had been born into it. Lapping at its feet and across its fur, fire danced about, singing the songs of Hell that only Smolder could hear.
Turning his head, he watched as his brother carelessly walked away.
"Oh, Pyre, I think I shall have a good life," he grinned, feeling his sharp new canines for the first time as they peaked out from between his black lips.
Smolder knew better than to attack now... he had just gained this new strength and power, and the strain and anguish of his bones distorting was already taking a toll on his body. He would have many more opportunities to show Pyre just how wrong about Smolder he was... that the little b*****d didn't know him as well as he thought he did.
With a malicious smile spread wide across his face, the dark figure darted among the shadowy trees of the forest, to experience and test out his newfound body and powers. He was now unleashed upon the world, and nobody would see it coming.
