Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 21, 2007 11:43:16 GMT -5
"Well, we could practice that sometime. Alone, or together if its easier." Shadow muttered quietly, watching the squirrel.
"Hey, I know enough about the 'insane' to be able to tell them apart. I mean, first impressions arn't always good." No matter whats in their heart he added to himself. He knew what it felt like to be divided from the groups, and even though he preferred solitary. It wouldn't hurt once in a while for someone to actually care about his feelings.
He just assumed the squirrel was the same, it was like he knew him.
The evil looking one obviously wanted Hammy to response but all he did was make funny faces at him and look stupid, it wasn’t very hard for him to do such. When the red eyed one said he had not the mind of a squirrel but of something else he decided to play a game, he leapt up and down and scratched his head acting like a monkey. Then, just for his amusement, he acted like a whale, then like a crow, and lastly a bowl of petunias. It is to hard to describe how he achieved this great fleet but he did, and he will be remembered for such an amazing act. Hammy felt the urge to get another pleasant whiff of his drugs so he pulled out his smoke and put it up to his mouth. The marijuana fell out from the paper and onto the pages of the book. The lit end of the smoke burst into flame and Hammy quickly dropped it to the book. It lit part of the page of the book as well and the flame soon devoured enough of the page to meet the marijuana. The aroma reached Hammy’s furry little nostrils and he was immediately hyped. He ripped out the page and quickly rolled it around the marijuana. Stuffing it into his rabid jaw he inhaled deeply and joyfully took in the moment oblivious to everything else. Hopping onto Shadow he flung himself off and soared through the air until he was up on top of a long bookcase. The new inky flavor, which was added to the incense, was a dream to Hammy and he felt like flying… he did actually fly… floating off the edge of the bookshelf, marijuana in hand, protruding from his mouth, end alit, gracefully floating. His torch might have lit the Prefects silver, or ivory for that matter, hair, but he didn’t care! Finally he landed and bounced happily back onto the table. He inhaled deeply and blew a giant smoke cloud right at the other life forms in the room that might actually have lives… but as I said before, Hammy didn’t care!
~ Hammy, your average multi-personality disordered squirrel/boy.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 28, 2007 16:24:08 GMT -5
((perhaps we should wrap this up, so you can go be in jail, okay? heh.))
Ignoring the squirrel that was not a squirrel, Morgan focused her attention on Shadow. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything," she apologized, "but you said practice thinking like the creature you could turn into. I suppose that sounds simple enough." Morgan considered her location. The library would not be the best place for her to suddenly become a horse. However, it was a fairly large open space that they were in. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try it, just for a moment. She could always change back if somebody came.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 29, 2007 12:24:07 GMT -5
{(heh yeah we should. I mean jail is just such an excitment. )}
The boy watched with a freakish emot, as the squirrel decided to begin it's game of mad charades. Okay, Maybe she was right about that. Yelping under his breath as the squirrel dropped the roll onto the page, he watched in slight horror as it engorged in flames. Yet another thing he would proberly get the blame for. Shadow ducked a little as the rodent jumped off him. He glanced back at it as it re-landed back on the table, shaking his head in confusion.
"That's okay..." The slytherin focused his attention back on the young prefect before him. Hesitating for a moment, he was slightly taken aback by her eagerness. Shadow grinned slightly, exhaling quietly. "It's gonna' be tough."
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 29, 2007 22:42:10 GMT -5
Morgan only nodded at Shadow, a quick, sharp movement of her head. Closing her eyes, she tried to think like a horse. She shut out everything around her, focusing inward. The squirrel, Shadow, the Ministry, none of that mattered, nothing mattered except what she now knew she had to do. Her breathing grew slow, steady, and almost still, as though she were asleep standing up. In her mind, she searched for the form she would find there, the form that she would assume.
There it was, she couldn't quite make it out, but it definately had four hooved legs...and a mane. She walked forward and embraced the creature, ready to see what she'd become. She forced herself toward alertness, but not too quickly. She didn't wish for her haste to become harmful to herself. At last, she opened her eyes.
Something wasn't right. She wasn't tall enough to be a horse. A pony? Had she become a pony? That wouldn't be so bad. Ponies weren't as elegant as horses, but they were pretty and useful too. She just hoped that she wasn't a donkey. She turned her now equine head, to look at her new form.
...She had stripes...
Bold, black stripes against an ivory coat. She was a zebra. Well, this was certainly unexpected. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realized that it just...fit. There was no other way to say it. A zebra form fit her remarkably better than a horse would have. Realizing how bad it would look if someone saw her like this, she concentrated briefly and changed back. "Wow, that was certainly...interesting, and not what I expected. So Shadow, how are you doing?"
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 30, 2007 13:22:36 GMT -5
Shadow smiled lightly as they turned away from the squirrel for a moment. Could this really work?
Inhaling a sharp intake of the warm air, he closed his pale lids over those cold blue orbs. Each breath he took was heavy yet, soft and deep. The slytherin had no idea what to do now, he couldn't refer back to the book - now that the damn squirrel had gone and set it alight. He'd just have to try and go for the long shot.
After a minute or two of silence, the thoughts swirled back to him. What noises did a raccoon make? In the back of his mind he knew. His mindself mimicked them, concentrating hard. His imagination began to whirl, taking in all the things he could think of. It was just him and his mind.
His mindself outstretched an arm before him, willing the clouded figure towards him. This was going to work wasn't it....God, he hoped so. As he stood, a long bushed tail began to produce from the low of his spine. His four cords, arms and legs, shrunk as Shadow felt his body perspective height begin to wither away. The transformation was complete.
Opening his eyes, Shadow yelped in excitment. Everything was twice the size it had been before. Glancing upwards he could still see the rodent sat on the table. Eager to try out his new form, he clambered onto the table top beside it. In the bright light, he studied his appearance. Looking down, he was startled to find his paws a deep burgandy colour - except for the eeire white skull marking on his right leg, which he assumed had come from the skull tattoo he had recieved from Willow.
Okay...so maybe raccoons have red paws? The boy spun slightly, trying to see the rest of his form. He was definatly NOT a raccoon. But, he was something similar. The boy-creature sighed inwardly and stared across at Morgan. Morgan? Before him was not the girl he knew, instead the gracefull equine. A zebra. In his mind Shadow sniggered slightly, but realised that it was proberly the form she wished to take. Unlike him.
Relaxing his mind, the Slytherin forced his mind back into human form. Suprisingly it was easy to change back. Remaining where he was, sat on the table besides the squirrel, he rubbed his head and smirked at the ivory haired girl. "A zebra? Seriously?" he laughed, slightly annoyed that he had not managed the raccoon shape. Instead, he had managed...A red panda.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Nov 30, 2007 16:01:40 GMT -5
"I was trying for a horse, actually. I suppose I was a triffle off on that one." Morgan said in an itellectual sort of way, then she realized he was almost mocking her. Not really being mean, but mocking her nonetheless. She decided he could use a little dose of his own medicine.
"By the way, what was it that you turned into? I've never seen a racoon that color before," she remarked with a smirk to rival his own.
She had forgotten the squirrel completely, but the smell of something burning caught her attention. "What in all of creation are you doing!" She rushed over to the table. She quickly had her wand out. "Reparo," The book replaced its torn page. She picked the squirrel up by the scruff of its neck. It wouldn't hurt the creature, but it would prevent it from running away. "How dare you destroy a book like that!" She whispered fiercely, remembering she was in the library. Although her voice lacked volume, it was certainly clear that Hammy should be scared.
"I ought to let you be eaten by an eagle or something, but I know what you really are, if not exactly who. I never want to see you in here again, or I will 'accidentally' confuse you for a real squirrel, and let my bird have you." This she said as she strode towards a window. She opened the window with her wand feeling the chill of the winter air. "Now, scram, if you know what's good for you." She said, placing him on the sill of the window.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Nov 30, 2007 16:14:25 GMT -5
Shadow's smirk faded slighty as she mocked him. He bit his tongue urging himself not to retaliate more than neccessary. "Maybe you've never met a red panda before..." he growled quietly, half sarcastically, half angry with himself for owning such a pathetic form.
Crossing his legs over the wooden table that he sat upon, he watched as she grabbed the squirrel. He raised an eyebrow lightly in humor. God, it was only a rodent. "Ah, leave it... You are such a good girl ain't you? Loosen up prefect."
He lay back on the table, resting his head on his hands. For once he actually felt like he'd achieved something, even if he had done it wrong.
Post by Hammy logged out on Nov 30, 2007 17:34:32 GMT -5
OOC: Btw, the previous post was made by U-KNOW-WHO, Morgan. Not the person who you talk to via PM. I asked him to do it.
BIC: Hammy looked at Morgan, spaz-filled foam dribbling down the corners of his chin. He was now dangerously manic, in his crazed stage, a result of his multi-personality. His eyes twinkled in delight as she acted dangerously to his vandalizing behavior. Though the scruff of his neck was was sore from her 'soft' grip, the squirrel knew she would never hurt him. She looked too kind to do that. On the other hand, the Slytherin kid looked mischievously dangerous. You see, if Hammy was in his normal, calm placement, he would have liked the bookish girl. But since he was currently in a mad state, he hated her.
Spoilsport. The squirrel stuck his tongue out, and then sharped his claw against the wooden window sill. It was scratchable. Etching words into the sill before swinging himself off the edge and landing in a nearby maple tree, the squirrel stuck his tongue out from a distance and trotted off, laughing at the mischief he had caused. Though he was gone, the words lay etched into the sill. zebras are losers
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