That got an actual smile, thin, still a little unsure, but genuine enough, nodding once and sniffing, scrubbing the back of his wrist across his nose and nodding again, "Yeah. Just like that." He knew full well that the Lady's patience was being tested, but that wasn't going to stop him from proceeding as he usually would, "Won't be two shakes."
He gave Edwin's hand a squeeze before turning, eying the still glowing circle before squaring his shoulders and striding right into the middle of it. He had enough time to register sensation that wasn't quite pain but wasn't really anything else either before the human form was stripped away.
His face and back elongated first, followed by his limbs, which was something that sent him pitching forward even as something that wasn't quite fur and wasn't exactly wisping smoke erupted in a wave from his spine around to his front, the sound was probably the worst part, like someone cracking their knuckles on a much larger scale, along with something undeniably squelching.
The whole process took maybe ten seconds and by the end of it there was a creature that looked more like a wolf than a dog, or even like the churchyard grim Charles had tried to befriend back when they'd first started the agency, before that little church and the small graveyard behind it had been relocated.
He was weighed down not just by a long-corroded iron collar, the chain attached to it worn through in places but not fully severed, leading off past the edge of the circle into the ether, but also an equally time-worn muzzle, apparently leather, but with short hobnails along it, the points all turned inward where they wouldn't actually make contact with his face unless he moved. But, more important, was the coil of glowing gold, like Edwin's string of a binding spell made large enough to hold a Hellhound, looped around his neck, under the iron like some kind of buffer.
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Date: 2024-10-08 08:09 pm (UTC)He gave Edwin's hand a squeeze before turning, eying the still glowing circle before squaring his shoulders and striding right into the middle of it. He had enough time to register sensation that wasn't quite pain but wasn't really anything else either before the human form was stripped away.
His face and back elongated first, followed by his limbs, which was something that sent him pitching forward even as something that wasn't quite fur and wasn't exactly wisping smoke erupted in a wave from his spine around to his front, the sound was probably the worst part, like someone cracking their knuckles on a much larger scale, along with something undeniably squelching.
The whole process took maybe ten seconds and by the end of it there was a creature that looked more like a wolf than a dog, or even like the churchyard grim Charles had tried to befriend back when they'd first started the agency, before that little church and the small graveyard behind it had been relocated.
He was weighed down not just by a long-corroded iron collar, the chain attached to it worn through in places but not fully severed, leading off past the edge of the circle into the ether, but also an equally time-worn muzzle, apparently leather, but with short hobnails along it, the points all turned inward where they wouldn't actually make contact with his face unless he moved. But, more important, was the coil of glowing gold, like Edwin's string of a binding spell made large enough to hold a Hellhound, looped around his neck, under the iron like some kind of buffer.