#eteratekoha

Ransom wasn’t expecting anyone, which made him realize just how dull his senses were that he didn’t pick up on anyone near him. He still wasn’t the best at picking out species, but he could sense some things well enough, especially other’s in his vicinity. He didn’t end up as well decorated as he was on the NYPD without having himself somewhat together. Currently he wasn’t feeling put together in the least. 

“Yeah, yep. ‘s fine.” He said softly more to himself than anything. The sensation intense when it first crashed into him, but his body was growing accustom to it and he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. “Just...” Well Ransom wasn’t sure just what the hell it was. “I’m fine, really.” He was anything, but. In all honesty he needed to get the hell back to the station, whichever closest, and do some heavy reclining on the couch. 

He was still new enough to the town that in his altered state of mind he was having a hard time recalling where either station was or how to get there. He remembered he had his phone though and went to searching his pockets. It taking way too long for him to find it and pull it out, which he fumbled and dropped, then went to grab it and nearly fell over had the woman at his side not grabbed him and kept him up. Ransom was stubborn by nature, but even he had his limits. 

“Might need a hand getting back to the station.” He finally admitted. 

It had to be a personal jab from somebody to turn Etera from a demon to a celestial. He would have been more concerned, had the entire castle not been overrun by panicked beings, proclaiming that they had been changed into an entirely different species to what they had once been. Still, the wings were irritating and he felt and overwhelming urge to do good. And so when he saw what he assumed was a slave shift to a very small bunny, then back to himself, Etera had to make his way over to him. “You look distressed,” He pointed out, “I wouldn’t make a burrow just yet, just in case they reverse this while you are down there.” Talking about suffocation and being buried alive probably wasn’t the best method of comfort and Etera frowned. All he knew was that he wanted a cigarette. “You should come inside. “You’ll catch your death out here.”

Mathias looked up at the stranger with wide eyes and nodded. He didn’t know what to say or do now. The way the man talked about potentially being buried alive truly did nothing to calm Mathias’ nerves down. He didn’t know how to really shift. Everything that had happened was an accident, and he didn’t know if it would happen again. He followed the man though once he finally found his voice, “Th-Thanks? wait do you think I would just shift back randomly like that? Also I don’t even want to burrow”.

It’d been a nice change of pace to have some magic powers compared to shifting into an animal. Even the selkie spell hadn’t been so bad. But this one, Manny wasn’t so sure he liked. The physical change from shifter into vampire was immediately noticeable once the spell had been cast. His connection with his spirit animal had been severed, and in its place was a hollow ache in his core that he had a sneaking suspicion could only be filled with one thing. He craved blood now, and he could smell it everywhere with his further enhanced senses. The thump, thump, thumping away of the nearest heartbeat was about to drive him insane. His body reacted to the sound of it, teeth changing into fangs, eyes darkening into a deep blood red, while it took every ounce of self control for him not to pounce and drain someone at random to satisfy himself. This felt a whole lot like the times when magic turned him into a feral jaguar, only probably much worse. He’d focused instead on the sight of what appeared to be an angel helping some poor rabbit from a cat boy, snorting at the overheard comment. “You can say that again. I don’t think they really thought all this through.”