[ He'd spent all of the full moon out racing through the woods. Wild, skittish and restless. When dawn crests, he'd staggered back into the barracks and collapsed in his bunk to sleep it off.
Except waking didn't dispel the strangeness from the night before. In an attempt to get dressed, there's a startled yelp that comes when he discovers the ears atop his head. And worse, the tail behind him. The fur has remained, too. Sprouting up his arms, tracing along his spine. Completely covering his lower half. It's reddish in color and spotted faintly. Everywhere. Even on his ears and tail.
This is officially worse than the feathers.
Anyone who wanders in over the next day or so might find him sulking. And hiding. There a Yata-shaped lump on his bed, completely covered in a blanket - as if hiding away all the new changes will make them less real. The only visible part of Yata himself is the large rack of antlers now sticking out of the top of the blanket - something not even he can manage to hide.
Hangovers (Aug 4-6) [ Open to close CR and those who might encounter him in the Barracks ]
Except waking didn't dispel the strangeness from the night before. In an attempt to get dressed, there's a startled yelp that comes when he discovers the ears atop his head. And worse, the tail behind him. The fur has remained, too. Sprouting up his arms, tracing along his spine. Completely covering his lower half. It's reddish in color and spotted faintly. Everywhere. Even on his ears and tail.
This is officially worse than the feathers.
Anyone who wanders in over the next day or so might find him sulking. And hiding. There a Yata-shaped lump on his bed, completely covered in a blanket - as if hiding away all the new changes will make them less real. The only visible part of Yata himself is the large rack of antlers now sticking out of the top of the blanket - something not even he can manage to hide.
Poke him at your own risk. ]