Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid
"Cowardly wrestlers and goo critters that won't die and now kobolds that just want to..." Shai mutters, veins bulging on his neck. His voice, too, is growing noticably rougher and lower. He grinds his teeth as he clenches his fists, red-rimmed eyes looking to the unmoving kobold masses.
"If you don't want to help--" there's a noticable cracking sound, as if bones were snapping--
"then just...go--" the snapping quickens, and Shai's clothing begins to waver, his flesh to bubble, and he scratches feverishly at his chest--
"AWAY!"
The last word is barely understandable, both for the changes in the man's voice and the growing sound of snapping and tearing. Even as he finishes it, his scratching hands seem to dig into his own chest, tearing away his outer form as if it were only so much flimsy paper--flash paper, as the outer shell seems to disappear even as a beast erupts from underneath it.
Where Shaimon Hu'u had been now stands a black bear, roaring its frustrations at the kobolds, slobber falling from its open, fanged jaws. It stands on its hind legs, roaring again, then falls to all fours, a low growl emanating from it, muscles tensed but not charging. For now.
((OOC: And there we have Shai's first wild shape.
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