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You raised a hand up to the purple-scale being, almost being shocked of what has become of what was once known as the mighty warden of Banlands, now dumbed down to this giant furball. Not literally a furball, though, mainly scales and fur.

Your once more demon than animal partner had suddenly took his animalistic characteristics to a whole new level, now no longer able to form words, just dismantled grunts and growls that were, obviously, unintelligible.

Purple fur covered his legs and scales lined to where his spine prodded from his skin, making him almost look like some weird sort of hybrid cat. His hair was in a tangled mess and hung over his shoulders, though he didn't seem to care to pull it up like always. He was too busy prodding at the couch, kneading biscuits into the soft material as a purr rumbled from his chest.

He at least seemed calmer when you were around. That you were thankful for.--but how did it get to the point where he acted like this? You faintly remember him talking about a common occurrence every few months where this happens, a similar situation. You were just told to wait it out but.. this was so interesting but you couldn't help and stare. It was like seeing a shooting star for the first time.

You were knocked out of your mindset as Banhammer nuzzled his face into your palm, his form curling around yours as a purr continued to shake his form. His tail wagged lazily, his horns glistening in the moonlight pooling from the window. You'd have to wait it out with him until daylight and humor this new form to get your partner back, at least.