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His heart pounded. No, he would not tell. It was probably rhetorical, but he would not tell anyone.

Red swallowed - despite the shock, he had to find out more about these visions. He got up, wobbling in this unfamiliar body, and walked closer to the woman. He froze up. He didn't know if he should be flattered or terrified that his new form was considered pretty. No, he did not want to be a...

The houndoom had let him go. He sighed in relief and got up on his legs. He fliched at the snort, nearly dashing off again, but his human mind could suppress the urge this time. He returned to the group with the hounds, but kept his distance and waited until Odette had consumed her own potion...

Red stayed quiet, frozen. What else could he do? Struggle? Bleat? Empty his bladder? A mareep was defenseless. There was nothing it could prove. It was a chew toy, nothing more. Nothing could stop the taunting, the shoving, the laughing, the hypocrisy, the -- [[ cw: bullying, homophobia...

As his mareep-brain finally seemed to have run out of ideas, Red simply focused on keeping his neck stiff lest it break from the violent thrashing. The rapidly changing sights and gravity churned his stomach - stomachs - so intensely that it was a wonder nothing came spewing out of his mouth...

The clack of claws on the floor behind him only fueled his drive to flee. Human thoughts kept attempting to take hold of his mind - stop running - there is no danger - turn around - you are humiliating yourself - coward - stop - but none could stick. Not even the one warning about the wet floor...

'Shut the fuck up,' Red tried to say, but out came only more bleats. Oh. He couldn't even talk. Great. She looked to the braided girl -- she got to be a houndour?! And the demon -- Before he could even begin to parse those words, his new mareep instincts took over. They saw the bared teeth of...

Only one thought could pass through Red's mind as he heard the sneeze. Oh shi- And then he was on the floor. On all fours. On hooves. With a thick coat of shaggy black wool. Red tried to scream, but out came only a bleat, confirming his greatest fear - he had now truly become a mareep.

"Didn't you just previously say --" Red stopped himself. Even to him, it felt low to go there. Of course, shame was an outdated instinct, but... it wasn't constructive in any way to say it. It didn't contradict her point. That's why he wouldn't say it, yes. It wasn't sensible. He'd move on...

Red managed to grab the hands assaulting him by the fingers, and that seemed to put a stop to the clawing, at least momentarily. "Oh? So you were only flirting?" He twisted his face to a smirk, though the scratch marks made it sting. He looked to Selene. "Did you hear that? She doesn't actually...

Red sat back down on his armchair. "Please, I'd cook it first. I know the limitations of the human body." Seeing Odette chat up and protect Selene, Red rolled his eyes. "Oh, all this love for your fellow human is making me sick. You know, consider the gates to the Helixian kingdom closed to...

Red stared at the body in silence, then raised his hand. "Hey, sorry, but if you're not using that anymore, can I eat it?"

"Ha! Easy pass! You wouldn't catch me dead making out with a chick. I'm an appreciator of men."

"Just living to kill another day." Red crossed his arms. "Please, I'm not that dumb. I know when I'm outmatched. You think I just go out and fight ursas in my spare time?"

Red froze the moment he felt the presence of another by his side - he didn't need to look to know who it was. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air, doing his best to remain calm and hoping dearly that his additional arms wouldn't try anything. "Alright," he said, slowly and tonelessly. "I'll...

"As a matter of fact, HE probably does," Red said. "All of HIS forms, save for Kohath, seems to have them. Makes sense for a being that lived as a cephalopod for millions of years. Though with these limbs..." As the feeling in them stopped shortly after the shoulders, he really wasn't sure if...

It was a long and hard puke, but at least it was eventually over. Red wiped his mouth off, closed the toilet lid and pulled the flush, but nothing happened. He did it twice more before remembering these furniture were fake. Right... well, I guess some janitor's gonna get a nasty surprise...

"Considering he's responsible for millions of deaths rather than my eight, yeah, I'd say so." Red pointed back at her. "Here's a question. Do you want to die? No, I don't mean that as a threat, I mean do you want your life to eventually end? Do you want to experience soul-death? If you know...

Red pointed at the garchomp with his thumb while still facing the two women. "See this loser? He thinks morality is objective. Embarrassing, really." "Aw, cute of you to swear with the name of the Third Being's lapdog. Do you think he cares? Do you think he's a loving god? Do you think he...

"Ah! So! Uh, where to begin..." Red began pacing around. "There's so much to this. So much good stuff. Where do I begin..." [[AN: This is also a long ass tangent ]] He stopped. "Alright, so, the details aren't important, but there is a primordial force - two primordial forces, opposing ones -...