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 Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 12:27 am
This time when the signs began to show Yin recognized them. He had dealt with growing pains his entire life, the last time there had just been…complications. Like dealing with extreme cold and snow for the first time in his life and taking a bite out of a giant JOY-riddled rodent. Oh and it had been much, much too early. Yes, he had been busy and distracted. He had not been prepared. Now as the first signs began to set in he was ready to make those preparations. Letting Ulmuka know that he would be there for Fright Night and ready to hold up his end of their booth, canceling his next study session with Mot-senpai, mentioning to Miss Danny that he would be unavailable a short time, informing his professors, basically ensuring that no one would be wondering after him. Art-hur he put in his closet. The box had still not opened, and it would merely be one more temptation.
The next thing he needed to be concerned about was food. It was true he no longer required physical food, but considering the primal urges that he was likely to face it would not be wise to be cooped up in a room filled with minipets for the duration of his molt without it. Plus the minipets would get hungry. While he still had control he went hunting, trying to capture some live, knowing they might be ripped apart by his pets but needed them to not be completely rotten by the time he got to them. He was not too concerned about minipet cruelty. He wanted to gorge, to feed on the Fear the minipets would offer him, but it was not a good thing if he did so before the molt. Still, some creatures he killed, and the vaisels and kittens roaming his room enjoyed their own feast.
He was shifted when it began, waiting for it. The itch, the feeling that his shell was too small, the need to get it off, to burst free. He began to lose track of time, body focusing only on removing the husk that confined him, bound him. In the down times it was almost too easy to lose himself to relief. Relief that no matter what the hunters had done to him at least his biology still functioned. At least at his core, past that disgusting tracker, he was mantodae.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:06 am
If anyone had walked into Yin’s room they would have been appalled. Mantis instincts taking over when hunger consumed him, the desire to replenish his body with energy and Fear. It was all he could do to focus away from the vaisels, aiming for the few smart scrags that had so far managed to survive. Weakened, but able to wear out the little creatures because he was at the top of the food chain and they? Weak little creatures destined to be his meal. Scraps of fur and blood littered about, corpses he had beheaded as he killed them, remains mauled by hungry minipets.
For the most part he was in control, sane, simply giving his body time to adjust, his new exoskeleton hardening. He did not feel that different. He seemed to be about the same height, just shy of seven and a half feet tall. It was during one such time that he was trying to draw himself up to full height to judge his newest growth that something appeared to move on his back. He moved closer to the mirror, concern evident, and sluggishly a wing moved.
A wing. Moved. A wing.
That was when he started to get excited. He had done it, he had had his final molt. Why now he was not sure of, but he had done it. It took time and conscious effort, but at long last he managed to spread his wings out, the movements foreign still, but finally they were extended. As a male they were long, reaching from the base of his thorax all the way down, just barely past where his body ended. Green-edged, small, greenish lines separating the translucent segments of his wings. They still did not seem to be working properly, his control limited to instinct and real concentration. But he had wings. He was an adult, and he could not wait to shift back into the form that he adopted more often than not.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:27 am
It was some time before he could actually shift. But when he did…he was new. Still similar in so many ways, his hands preferring to take their clawed form, skin green where bits of his exoskeleton wanted to peek through, antennae, those and many other things were the same. His face was more refined and it was rather odd really, seeing the face of an adult staring back at him in the mirror. He seemed to be the same height, possibly a hair or two taller, also slightly disappointing. His wings were still there, situated at his lower back, for now folded up for all the world like coat tails causing his shirt to ride up slightly.
But looking down…well those were not that big before. He was still not bulky, but he had added muscle tone. Abs more defined, pecs standing out a bit more. Arms, legs, all slightly larger, yet somehow sharper, body changing to show the effort he had been putting into it his entire life, giving in to make his body the vessel of a fighter.
All in all the weremantis staring back at him in the mirror did not feel like how he imagined himself. Experimentally he straightened up a bit, squaring his shoulders, lowering his arms all the way down to his sides. No, not like him at all. But he liked it. The stranger looked almost confident, not how he normally did. Maybe that mantis was someone he could become someday.
He ceased his prenning, but not before turning his head at that impossible angle for a human to look back at his wings. Yes, they were still there. This had really happened, and he was not dreaming it. He was an adult.
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