Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140913012628/@comment-5583506-20140917010509

He could feel his own innards twisting and adjusting. It felt like every little cell within his body was dying, slow and painfully. A bone somewhere within him snapped like a dry twig and he curved his back and screamed out loud.

"FUUUCK!" he cried and rolled to the side in agony, coughing up blood.

He heard Maren's voice vaguely in the distance somewhere as he slowly got up on his knees and tried to crawl away. Somewhere... Anywhere where he might escape the pain... As he balanced himself on his forearm, it broke in three places.

"AAARGH!!!" he groaned and collapsed with his face to the ground and tears of pain in his eyes.

''Not... like... this... this isn't dying... this is... hell... in real life...''

As he tried to drag himself away with his other hand, he felt the bones within his fingers to shatter like shards of glass. The curse of being a shapeshifter wasn't to be able to live with yourself after taking another identity, it was to live under the condition of an ever-changing body.