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Failure equals Success

Postby Azael on January 4th, 2015, 10:54 pm

Having been here for a good while already, Azael had become accustomed to life in Taloba, well somewhat. The distrustful stares did get to him somewhat, but at the very least people weren’t following him…As much, he got some bit of free-reign, and there wasn’t a discussion with the wall guards every time he tried to come back in.

He wasn’t wearing his gauntlets, opting to leave them in his tent set-up in the far edges of the city, it wasn’t like he could carry his stuff on him all the time, his shoes also left to the same fate, in fact the only article of clothing he was wearing were his trousers, it wouldn't do to walk around naked within a city.. This time around he was planning on actually succeeding on his hunts for once, the best he usually got was one of those ugly colored little lizards. This time around he was hoping for better.

Having gone a good distance past the walls that surrounded the city of Taloba, Azael was carefully trudging through what was the ever humid forests of Falyndar. The hot air made his trousers stick to his skin, this was rather hard to bare, but he couldn’t change that so merely shrugged his shoulders. ”Damn, this is kinda hard.” He whispered to himself, he sighed and then took in a breath, it was morphing time!

He closed his eyes and shut off the world around him, before morphing his feet, his aim was to morph them into paws, the same with his hands. It was an awkward thing this morphing. He began to feel his feet slowly change, his bones slightly shifting into a more comfortable position, his skin began to change color, especially the bottom of his feet, slowly becoming black, fur began to grow and his hands also began to change, his nails began to slowly curve and thin out, before becoming attached to ligaments and muscles that they weren’t connected to before. His palms became black and padded like his feet. Striped black and orange fur grew onto skin, he had in a sense become a better weapon. Now it was time to start the hunt.
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Postby Azael on January 5th, 2015, 3:52 am

Azael took special care not to step on any of the branches lying on the floor, while also keeping an eye out for forest wildlife. He stopped for a few seconds to take a glance around the area and came to notice a snake coiled around a tree. Azael choose to keep his distance from that tree, it wouldn’t do good for him to become food, he was here to find some after all. He continued to glance around the area, keeping his body low, and his arms slightly to his side. These paws allowed him to move around with a good measure of silence after all, he managed to see a bush shaking and noticed it was merely a bird flying back up with a nut in its grasp.

He wasn’t here to claim fruits or nuts, meat was his game, that was what growing warriors would want to eat, and him bringing back any less than that would be embarrassing for a hero as great as him. ”Still, where the hell are the weak animals, how the hell am I supposed to become a Talobean hero like this….Is that even a w-Course it is.” A hero was never wrong after all. He sighed, the humidity was getting to him, things weren’t anywhere near as bad back in Black Rock, yet a few days away things were this hot.

He slapped his face a few times. ”C’mon Azael, you can do it, just grab the little animal and snap its neck, simples!. It was at this point he began to hear rustling once more in bushes not too far away from him. The first thing that got his hopes up was the bark, the simple bark was enough to bring a smile to his face. The next was the small body of the critter and the fur that covered it. It appeared to have a rather large abdomen connected to a small head, and four legs, it was like a rabbit without the ears, in fact this animal almost had no tail. Azael couldn’t recall the name of this animal, but he knew he might just have found his pay ticket. He brought his body lower to the ground, until he was chest first, he made sure he was extra slow to not startle the creature. He was to its right, and the direction he hoped for the animal to go, next would to pounce upon it, now he just had to wait.
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Postby Azael on January 5th, 2015, 6:16 am

Azael was as still as he could be, his paws pressed to the ground, ready to pounce at a moments notice. He was used to hunting in his tiger model, but he was comfortable right now, plus learning to hunt in this form was for the best. He watched the agouti as it sniffed the air, he could be given away at any moment, and that made his heart race, a bead of sweat slid down the side of his face, partly caused by the hot air and partly by his rising body temperature.

The animal began to turn left, and look around there, and Azael’s heart sunk a little, before the critter turned back around again. This was a game of patience, and Azael was ready to win it. He just had to make sure he didn’t jump too early, or too late. He took in a deep breath, and watched the rodent move around. It didn’t seem to have any true objective and appeared to simply be moving for the sake of moving. It was a weird thing to watch, the thing took a step nearer to Azael before stopping to look around again. Quite the skittish thing if he might have to say so himself.

The agouti took another step toward him, it hadn’t noticed him yet, one meter of range was all he needed to catch it, but that might be too close; he had to time it right. One more step was taken, before the animal froze, Azael did the same. His pupils were shaking, and he was steadily getting bored of sitting still. The urge to talk to himself was there, but he did not feel like wasting any more time searching. Azael was sure the next step was the last before the creature would finally be in a position to notice him, he stopped breathing in anticipation. The final step had been taken, and Azael leaped at the animal.
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Postby Azael on January 5th, 2015, 10:28 pm

The agouti wasn’t having it however, the animal ran between his legs in an instant, faster than Azael could have anticipated. This rodent had clearly gotten away from predators a number of times. Azael who was on his knees quickly turned around to chase after the animal, he wasn’t particularly fast, but it was better than letting it go. He ran through the forest, jumping over roots that stuck out, and ducking under the many branches that attempted to take his head off.

The ground was uneven, which didn’t allow him to accelerate as much as he would want to, he would have transformed but that in itself would allow the prey to get away. He could see the Agouti attempting to run away, it was faster than him, much faster, so it required him to either outlast it, or corner it. He didn’t believe the first was an option, and the second was difficult. Yet not impossible. There was a thorny bush up ahead, and this animal wasn’t small enough to get through it unharmed. Azael began to make howling noises to scare the animal into going straight, it had the opposite effect, it turned right in an instant.

Azael followed after, ducking underneath another tree branch, barely avoiding the sleeping snake from before. Luck was on his side, so hopefully it’d allow him to catch this animal. He gritted his teeth as he continued to chase after it, he was beginning to run out of breath, he had picked up multiple scratches from all the trees and bushes he had been barely avoiding, but this was nothing to worry about. Even if he was about to lose his prey, Azael had a big grin planted on his face. It was things like this that made life worth living, he could fail at any moment should he slip up, but the same went for the agouti, a chase on the edge in a sense.

He ducked underneath another branch, and hopped over a small shrub, only to realize there was a set of roots in the way. He managed to land in between a pair, and continued his run, severely slowed by having to carefully step in between the roots. After clearing it, the agout had made a great deal of headway, even more so than before. Azael wasn’t slow by any means, but this animal was on a completely different league. Thinking he could catch it was a mere hope, he still carried on, a hero never gave up, even if the odds were stacked against them. He hopped over another root, only to impact against a branch, cracking it in the process. But he himself lost balance and fell on his butt. He watched the agouti run on and away, he definitely lost this one. But then he saw something amazing...
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Postby Azael on January 5th, 2015, 10:43 pm

In an instant the agouti’s life had been sealed, as it ran from its predator, it was quickly snatched up by the lightning fast predator that it hadn’t even noticed. Coiled and waiting, it felt food approaching and rapidly uncoiled in an attempt to catch some prey. The agouti never stood a chance, the sheer speed of the catch was something Azael hadn’t expected. The agouti was being wrapped around as Azael watched, and he felt the need to observe this closely, but he also knew that coming too close was dangerous.

Either way, his feet carried him until he only a couple of meters away from the snake, he watched it coil around the agouti, and this made the gears in his head turn, faster and faster they began to turn and then it occurred to him. If he could catch animals like this snake, then his hunting would have become dozens of times easier than it was. He smirked and realized that it was time for a new model, but he wasn’t going to become a snake, well not completely that is. He sat there and observed the animal as it ate his prey. It was weird to watch how it swallowed the agouti whole, but he got to see something interesting, just how the snake was able to stretch not only its body but its jaws. It was something that he had yet to truly pay attention to, snakes were all around this forest, he could observe them however much he liked, but the way the hunted couldn’t be observed so easily, but Azael saw it, if only for a brief instant, and swore he’d recreate it somehow; plus it looked really really cool, so he was expected to do so.

He continued to stand, he didn’t quite trust the snake after all, and after looking at his surroundings hoping that no-other animal were to come after him; he began to morph his right hand. It was a slow process, he had to be careful and he wasn’t quite sure what parts he would need and what parts he wouldn’t....
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Postby Azael on January 6th, 2015, 6:31 am

Azael with an idea finally in mind began to focus his morphing, his skin almost seemed to bubble as his muscles and bones began to move around, and those said bones began to nearly become non-existent. It was strange having a limb of pure muscle and skin, it was extremely strange, and this was mainly due to the fact it dangled uselessly from the elbow down it appeared look like a useless sack of flesh, it seemed like simply removing his bones was not the right step needed to become snake-like.

On second thoughts, Azael did have to recall that snakes did in fact have bones, he laughed at himself a little before he looked back at the snake. Its skin was clearly different to his, but that wasn’t the trick, or he didn’t think it was anyway. It was made up of tiny scales packed close together, he watched its meal slowly make its way down its body, the snake itself having finished with its meal began to slither away once more, Azael carefully followed.

This tailing didn’t last long as the snake turned its head and hissed, a warning clearly showing that if he was adamant on following he’d die. For Azael though it seemed more like a follow me, so he waited a few seconds, and then followed again, this time taking softer steps. The space between the two only grew, while the snake was exceptionally slow due to having the weight. of another animal inside of it. It stopped and then slithered into a hole underneath a tree. Azael wasn’t going to see this thing for a good deal again, and decided to turn back, he did need to train his skill in snake-being after-all.

He shifted his arm again, this time in a slow run attempt to figure out how a snake worked. He slowly remade the bones that existed before, djed allowed bone to form once more. The rapid mineralisation of organic material and birth of a myriad of different types of cells was occurring while on the outside the fore-arm that was once literally a sack of flesh was regaining its old shape. It was slow, it felt weird yet Azael found it hard to complain, he always found it strange watching himself morph. He couldn’t think of anything else, yet the occasional thought that sought to interrupt his concentration was just that, so strange. T

he bones had been reconstructed, but that was only half of the process as muscles reattached themselves to bone, and to other muscles. Ligaments were reformed, joints became joints again, and the process was done, in a couple of minutes his arm had become normal once more.

While a transformation would undo itself, Azael needed to start from point-zero to begin again, he didn’t know where his limits were, but he was sure going to test himself, because that’s what a hero would do...
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Postby Azael on January 7th, 2015, 5:50 am

Azael moved away from his earlier spot, back to his earlier chasing route, it was hard to navigate in a jungle, so he had to make sure to always keep his wits about him. A breeze pushed through the jungle and whipped through his hair, it had grown during his stay in Taloba, he liked it at its current height, so chances were he was going to keep it like it, no matter what Myrians themselves would do, he was after-all human. It was hard to continuously have to remind himself of that, it only really occurred to him during moments of clarity that spontaneously came to him.

Ever since the days he’d sit alone as a kid, Azael liked to think alone, and do things alone. He was a bit of a loner by nature, even if he didn’t come off as one. The one thing that he liked more than sitting alone was morphing. It was the one thing that would get him to wake up early and go to sleep late. It allowed his creativity to run wild, his thoughts could become reality through this magic. He could truly be a hero like this.

It was the reason why he was trying so hard to recreate what that snake had done, he had the nagging feeling that if he couldn’t do this much, he might as well give up on morphing, it was exactly that which made him want to push past his limits, results be damned. There wasn’t a mother here to stop him when he began to approach those limits after all.

Once more he closed his eyes, he cleared his mind, it was easier than usual; no running thoughts were interrupting this time. The Azael that wanted to morph and the Azael that wished to be a hero became one, they weren’t fundamentally different. Just one happened to distract the other at times. Not now, it wasn’t easy, he didn’t know the insides of a snake, he wasn’t good enough yet to try either. But he did know his own insides, even if he couldn’t carve out a snake hand yet, he would come as close as he could. Morphing isn’t mastered in a day, nor are models, he was aware of that; it would take days of practice, but he was going to cut down the time as much as he would allow himself. A single-minded objective that wasn’t going to be changed.

The bubbling began in his hand, in his fingertips and palms to be exact; it was hard to imagine what a snake was like. He threw away that thought train, what was a hand like? It was the very end of a limb, five digits on that end with an open palm, it was also used to grab. How could he make that more snake like? No how could he make that more flexible? Bones were useful, he couldn’t deny that, he had just tested that theory. Joints? Perhaps that was the answer, but that would be a waste of djed if he got it wrong...
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Postby Azael on January 7th, 2015, 6:13 am

No. Why was he hesitating; if he got it wrong, he’d try again and again and again. Another thought came to mind, lessen the amount of bone instead of completely ridding it, and then increase the muscle mass. Azael had little practice in increasing the mass of things, but that was no reason not to try. He took in a deep breath and went about making that change, slowly the muscles began to grow, and bulge creating an odd number of different ripples across the skin as it was stretched, the skin thus also began to increase, his bones began to disappear slowly as fingers sank into his skin, the also began to disappear as they broke up and then sank into the skin, they morphed into muscle along with his bones.

A few bones remained, particularly those that made up his palm and wrist, he was going to take it a step further. He moved his wrist muscle downward, allowing bones that made up the space between his elbow and his wrist to turn into muscle, the bubbling was no longer just around his hands but all the way to his elbow at this point. His wrist moved halfway-down his forearm. This also meant that his carpal bones also moved down. He had a free-er range of movement than before in his forearm, but not yet enough. From his newly moved carpal bones Azael created a new wrist joint, connected to two new bones, but far shorter than the ones that usually made up his forearm. The bubbling continued on and on as he felt his bones shift, and grow, ligaments and cartilage was created, the process took far longer than any of his previous morphing attempts. He was doing things on the fly after-all. The process had been halted as he finally finished; sweat was dripping down from his face, he could truly feel the strain on both his mind and his body.
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