[Journal] Deon Selco

[The Changed]

Some time during the night while Deon was fortunately still sleeping, his Pukka began to glow and then almost instantly, he was gone from the world he once knew. It is nearly certain as he fell though the worlds he would have woken up, to find himself surrounded by swirling colors and light, the confusing chaos pulling at him as moved from one world, into another.... into Athlaias.

But it was all over very quickly, as Deon was dropped unceremoniously onto a small hay bale in one of Loghedge's back alleys, still late at night, with no one else around.  

[The Changed]

Wake up Deon, its time, be cautious A whispering voice warns Deon in his dreams, just before he is forced awake. It isn't the dream that causes Deon to wake, but rather the uncomfortable sensation caused by the growth of his incisors, developing into fang-like points. Not having met Gerta or any of the other Changed, it is unlikely Deon understands what is happening, but he learns soon enough as the man's ears stretch into points, becoming visibly doglike as the changes progress, causing Deon's eyebrows to become more bushy and odd looking. The nails on Deon's hands grow into sharp points, his toes swell painfully, becoming stubby as the toenails morph into claws. Even Deon's face is effected as his nose grows larger, and more sensitive; along with his upper lip forming a slight cleft there.

But the worst pain hits Deon when the disturbing sensation of his spine starts to grow longer, the tailbone pushing free of Deon's body, growing extra bones and gaining in length, more flesh growing around the new appendage until the man from Chicago has a noticeably naked tail sticking out from behind him, with a tendency to wag involuntarily when Deon is in a good mood