Swatch|Male|Broken|7|Human Form, but unstable|Running towards the Myron and Nina's Cabin
Swatch didn't know what to feel. His small legs were fluctuating between canine and human as he dashed through the field, the grass thin and prickly between his toes. The air was crisp, he felt like he could run forever. But he couldn't get far before his emotions got the best of him. The fur began devouring his back, then crawling up along his neck. He lurched forward and stumbled into the grass, panting heavily. As he did, his arms began turning with the rest of his body until---he was no longer human. He jumped with newfound strength and began to sprint towards the mountains, growling with pent-up anger and fear. He destroyed all in his path, claws digging into the cold earth below him.
Swatch was blinded by rage, snapping, biting, and clawing. He continued on running in the forest, crashing through thorns and thickets that cut his face. But it did nothing to stop him. The agony, the pain, the past was all there inside him; deforming his mind into something else. But he froze. His dark eyes gleamed with the reflection of...a light, a cabin, a home, in the mountains. His ears flicked forward, now becoming ready to hunt, to hurt, to kill, to die. Swatch's eyes glued to the light, he jerked is head into the air and sprinted forward. He was driven by their scent of blood, he could reach them and tear them and...and...his mind went blank. Little by little, he changed. His fur began to fade away, his muzzle shrunk into his face; by the time he had reached the door all he was almost back on two feet. His forearms and hind legs hadn't yet finished when he scratched at the door, but he wanted in. He wanted out of the forest. He wanted to leave his past behind. So he sat, ready to pounce, to do what it takes to survive. Maybe a little less.