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there's only so much I can turn into
The thirteen-year-old girl is coming back home from school, on foot.
There's a cat following her. It's been following her for a while, but from a distance.
She decides to be friendly. She stops and turns around to look at it. It stops as well. "Mow?"
The girl's face- changes. It's still a human face, mostly, but now there's something different about it. More feline than anything. Whiskers grow, her pupils dilate and her eyes get a bit rounder, her bones move under her skin, their shape changing a bit. "Mew," she says, vocal apparatus having changed a bit, apparently.
The cat blinks and approaches cautiously. "Moow...?"
She doesn't giggle, but she feels like giggling. She's talking to a kitty! Well, kinda talking to a kitty, it's not like she can understand kitty-speech. But still! "Maw!"
There's a cat following her. It's been following her for a while, but from a distance.
She decides to be friendly. She stops and turns around to look at it. It stops as well. "Mow?"
The girl's face- changes. It's still a human face, mostly, but now there's something different about it. More feline than anything. Whiskers grow, her pupils dilate and her eyes get a bit rounder, her bones move under her skin, their shape changing a bit. "Mew," she says, vocal apparatus having changed a bit, apparently.
The cat blinks and approaches cautiously. "Moow...?"
She doesn't giggle, but she feels like giggling. She's talking to a kitty! Well, kinda talking to a kitty, it's not like she can understand kitty-speech. But still! "Maw!"
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He can hear his food, the delicious heartbeat, the-
He stops suddenly and holds his breath, then spins on his heels and darts directly away from where the food was.
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He notices he doesn't need to breathe at all. That's neat, he's not sure if Addy mentioned this when he was still human, the memories are muddy, but that's neat.
He inhales tentatively, then resumes breathing normally to talk. "Not hungry enough to want to kill someone. I need to go find those buckets again."
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He starts producing human blood instead of venom in his mouth and drinking it. It tastes like his own blood did when he was still human, and it's produced much faster than he'd be able to actually bleed it as a human with a beating heart.
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Chug chug chug!
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Chug, swallow, clean. "One of them can download my brain with a touch," he says, deadpan. "Why didn't you tell me this before?!" he growls again, dropping into a crouch for a second before straightening up again. Godsdamnit vampire brain!
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But then he hmms. "Should I avoid smelling, though? That's an entire sense I'd be discarding, and while if that's the only way I can not-be-a-murderer I'll gladly do it, the little I experienced of it was on par in awesomeness with my current vision. And if I ever do need it, I'm not sure it'd be that great to never have gotten used to human scent."
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