#faerliechaotic

Sherwood Post, introduced in Fire Touched, has a prosthetic foot. But I think Bran mentioned he lost the limb because of black witches and not something before the change.

Yes, I thought about him too but I dismissed him, since he had been imprisoned by black witches, who cut his leg and specifically ensured it wouldn’t grow back, so that’s a special case. There was magic involved.

Thank you so much! I’m in a burst of inspiration for Dæmorphing right now (I was just working on it when I saw this ask) and hearing this is always really encouraging. 

Things were getting way too hot and Carlos couldn’t see anything. Smoke was everywhere.

Carlos had left a fire running - he found an old abandoned shack with a fire pit, and since it was far away from any prying No-Maj eyes. He stayed to watch the fire, but had fallen asleep. He woke up to smoke and non-magical fire and he quickly realized that the Ashwinder he’d been trying to create had already showed up, laid its eggs, and the eggs had ignited a fire that was trying to eat up the termite-ridden shack with Carlos inside.

He’d started casting Aguamenti at the source of the fire. Water sprayed from his wand, splashing everywhere in the small shack and onto him.

It took diligence but Carlos was finally able to battle the flames down to a smoulder. Carbon stained the air. Carlos was still spraying water when he heard the creaking. Then there was the groaning from above him and Carlos quickly bolted for the door. He barely had time to register that the door seemed different - heavier to open, somehow, and having a knob instead of a wooden handle - and pulled it open before jumping through onto the porch.

Except... this wasn’t a porch. This was an office.

Carlos still had his wand up, a repulsion hex in mind if the other tried anything. “A-are you done now?” he asked hesitantly. “You’re... you’re okay now?”

Carlos had never met a werewolf before, but he heard that once they were in their wolf form they lost all reason. This... person... he saw them come into the house as a wolf while Carlos was waiting for Mia. Out of instinct Carlos jumped up and drew his wand, throwing up a ward in front of himself.

[x] ♻ reverse role: Find Mia❓ wandering the streets with no memory

Carlos was driving. He was on his way to get a mandated slice of Big Rico’s Pizza, since he hadn’t had one in around six days. He hoped, as he always did, that they took his suggestion of rice or corn flour. (They never did, sadly. This wheat ban really bummed Carlos out).

He saw someone on the sidewalk. She had a set of wings and a fluffy tail. That by itself wouldn’t have been weird for Night Vale, but the thing was Carlos recognized these parts. Confused, he pulled up beside the woman and rolled down his window. Somehow she seemed smaller than she usually was.

Well fuck then ayy?