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.