Time to Change (Shapeshifter) Accepting!!!

[Sharubii]

(( Dang, and I had just got home and finished reading all the replies, too. D: Errmmm. Hope you don't mind me at least posting an introductory post for Reagan? xD ))

It was interesting, living in the perspective of a rat.

It was a general assumption in the minds of the public that rats had incredible eyesight -- due in no small part, perhaps, to the fact that they're most active during the night. Logically speaking, any creature that did that would have sharp eyes, all the better to see in the dark.

Sadly, though, that was far from the truth. In this form, Reagan could see nearly nothing in clarity: only what was immediately in front of him, almost close enough for it to touch his nose. Everything else was a blur of motion, indistinct and blending in to what was next to it, all in one grayscale mass of formless blobs. That was another thing about rats' eyesight: they were colorblind, and as a rat shifter, Reagan had lived all his life colorblind. Words such as "purple" or "cerulean" had absolutely no meaning to him -- it was all just gray, gray, dark gray, light gray, white, and black to him. Formless masses of gray and white and black was all he saw in his compacted body.

As such, he relied mostly on scent, touch, and sound when he transformed. His whiskers were his most powerful GPS, his nose a person-recognizer, and his ears kept him away from potential danger. He still had to get used to it, navigating by everything but his sight, but he was managing.

He didn't usually stay in this form if he could help it, but the events of the previous day -- in which some rabid guard dog wouldn't stop chasing him -- compelled him to take this extra precaution and stay as a rat, just in case. It would be so much easier to hide if he had to hide, and if he was strategic in his motions, he wouldn't be detected by other people. Of course, he was still clumsy when it came to navigating, but it was all just a matter of practice.

Reagan wasn't enrolled in the school -- though whether the reason was that it was too dangerous or just too boring, nobody knew. He did, however, enjoy strolling about the shadowed nooks and crannies on the campus, listening to the latest gossip and snickering when he came across a couple of juvenile delinquents trying to look cool. It was a nice form of entertainment, if he could keep from being caught; leastways, it was more entertaining than that dead-end job he kept after school hours, on the pretense that he did take classes in the district and couldn't report for work in the morning.

That being said, Reagan as having a leisurely stroll in the grasses of the school fields, not particularly doing anything, as class was in session. Twisting his white head here and there to feel where he was going, his ears pricked just as the distinct chatter of human voices -- followed shortly thereafter by a roll of their odors -- reached them. People out here, during class...? This was interesting, and especially because he thought that his nose had detected the scent of a deer, of all things, mixed in with that of the humans. Curious, Reagan advanced cautiously forward, his ears straining to catch whatever conversation was being held.

[Vanendra]

Vanendra decided to skip first period and she headed to the auditorium, passing room 247 and the fighting teacher and student. She slipped into the darkness of the auditorium and sat down to catch up on sleep.

[thekraken]

Ashlii merely ignored the two who had attempted to warn her. Why on earth should she hide? The student was inside the school, and unless one was to see her shift,they'd have no clue that she was really just a human in the shell of a deer. But the crowd that seemed to have gathered around her was beginning to unnerve her.

Ashlii, even as a young child, had never been one for crowds. She enjoyed spending time with one or two people, but a massive cfrowd? No. Heck, there weren't even that many people, and perhaps if she were a human it wouldn't have bugged her all too much. But deer were rather skittish at times, and groups bothered them to no end.
When Ashlii shifted, she lost all of her human characteristics, taking on the entire roll and mind of a deer.

She picked up a scent elsewhere, ducking around the people curiously. She could hear something... she saw something small, moving in the grass, but couldn't see quite what it was. Her ears twitchedlightly against the breeze as she waited for a moment, before ducking her head lower to nibble on a little of the grass beneath her absent mindedly.

[Metallic Dragon]

Reale dodged the punch, but released Matt at the same time, allowing him to back against the wall where he began scribbling with a broken sharpie as feathers began to appear in his hair. "Please calm down Matt. I'm your student teacher, Reale." He paused, reaching into his pocket for his pen and holding it out to the teen as the sharpie tip was shoved inside the marker, turning it into a useless piece of plastic.
"It's ok, I'm just like you. Well, maybe not just like you, but close enough."

He remembered when he had first begun to shift. He had been 16 at the time, confused and terrified at the sudden changes his body would make from human to dog and back again. He'd been unable to control it for a while, eventually reaching the point where he ditched school every day so that he could hide out where no one would see him shift.
After a while, he had learned to control it enough to return to school. And by the time he turned 19 he had learned complete control, only shifting when he wanted or needed to.

He looked over the boy in front of him, shaking his head and sighing, "Believe me, I know what you're going through. You'll feel better if we can just get you outside. Are you willing to trust me?"
It was at this moment that the twins showed up again. The same weirdness factor hit him as they asked if he and Matt would go to where Ashlii was. "No, I don't believe it would be a good idea for all of us to be in the same place at the moment, especially not until Matt calms down." The two took off again just as quickly as they had appeared and he sighed, strange pair.

((Alrighty, I'm pausing with Reale until Vampire returns since he's currently interracting with Matt.))

[Vanendra]

Vanendra wanted to catchup on sleep but couldn't. Instead she looked ito the darkness in bordom as the overwhelming scent of rat droppings wafted to her nose.

[Cion Keiasta]

Both: Okay. Suit yourself. Why do we get into this mess ourselves? What should we do? Our heads hurt. Considering we are still in our human forms. Lets just stay this way. By the way Reale, we can still hear you, you know. Its almost impossible for us to deal with all this at once. Wait... Why is there another shapeshifter? This time its a rat.

[WumbologyClass]

Is this roleplay open?
If so, I don't wanna spam, so I'm writing the form really small!


User: Wumbology Class
Name: Elizabeth Johnston
Nickname: None. She likes to be called Elizabeth.
Age: 17
Shifting Form: Barn owl
Shifting Looks: Clicky
Human Looks: CLICK ME
Personality: Easily offended, but nice. She is a fierce hunter.
Crush: No one :3
BF/GF: Noooone.

[god-and-angels]

Faith walked around her eyes closed

[Vur Horston]

Is this roleplay open?
If so, I don't wanna spam, so I'm writing the form really small!


User: Wumbology Class
Name: Elizabeth Johnston
Nickname: None. She likes to be called Elizabeth.
Age: 17
Shifting Form: Barn owl
Shifting Looks: Clicky
Human Looks: CLICK ME
Personality: Easily offended, but nice. She is a fierce hunter.
Crush: No one :3
BF/GF: Noooone.

Accepted!!!!

[Vur Horston]

Matt took the pen quickly and continued writing on the walls, words like: feathers, sky, flying, freedom and wings. He only paused when
Reale spoke to him, "what happens when we go outside?" He asked slowly. "And if I "Trust" you then what?" He knew when he went outside the bird inside him would come out and he would be gone. "I wouldn't?/couldn't stay with you...." Matt wondered if Reale had a house or at least a place to live.


It had happened once before indoors when Matt had changed and he had nearly broken both his wings trying to escape the tiny room where the humans had stuck him. When a human opened the door he had managed to escape luckily, but he forgot who he was for nearly a week and only changed back once when was in the middle of a forest. There he made a new home as usual, he constantly changed where he lived since the humans were always after him to go to school and be fostered.