Capítulo 4: CHAPTER 4: shapeshifting
Sirin ran trough the dead forest and nearly tripped once he tried to stop in front of the human woman.
She gently smiled at him. "Back already? I see you found some clothes and the colour of your eyes changed a little, there light blue now. Well, it's not odd for demons to change as they age, I have seen it many times. Now tell me, how was it outside of the forest?"
He changed his legs to digitigrade so he could reach higher and showed the feathers to the human.
"Well, those are pretty feathers. What are you going to do with them?"
"For… you." He managed to mumble while still tripping over the words.
"Oh, they are lovely. Thank you so much."
Sirin literally smiled from ear to ear as he placed the feathers in the arms of the human.
She, however stared at the blood on his mouth. "I see that you have eaten."
Swiftly he wiped the blood from his lips. Which led to a chuckle from the woman.
A little while later he was adjusting the piece of cloth that was apparently called pants so he would have room for his tail. The human was instructing him the entire time so that the opening he made wouldn't spread to eventually tear the piece of clothing in half.
After they were done the human suddenly started to make strange sounds. She was saying words, but with some sort of rhythm to it that Sirin couldn't place.
But since the magnificent three days old Sirin was in the rich possession of the knowledge of words, he could ask what she was doing.
"What you doing?"
The woman stopped. "I'm singing." She spoke. "I could teach you a few songs if you like to."
He nodded. He didn't understand why the story's she told should have some sort of rhythm to them, but he found it rather pleasant.
And so, the human woman taught the young demon songs. Songs about the old times, with trees filled with fruit, green valley's split in two by a blue streak of water and the rise and fall of heroes.
She taught him until the already dark sky turned even darker. At that point Sirin entered the cave again to catch some rest.
Suddenly he thought about the blue box he had seen today. Now that it was no longer in the heat of the moment, he was wondering what it could have been.
As if the blue box could read his mind, it appeared again.
< Creator's gift is a system given to you via the red god. Would you like to know more? Yes/No.>
Sirin starred at the scribbles in front of him. Via? So, it's not from the red god himself, but past on trough him. That would mean that whatever the red god is, he is not the creator.
Curiously he stretched out his hand to touch the blue box, only for his hand to pass right through it.
So, he just softly whispered, yes. Immediately he glanced at the human to make sure that she didn't notice it.
When he looked back at the box, he saw that the text had changed.
< By consuming a certain number of souls from a particular bloodline, host will be able to temporarily change into that species. The number of souls needed will be determined by the compatibility between the bloodline and the abilities of the host and those of the species.
Would you like to see the current bloodlines acquired and your status? Yes/No.>
Again, Sirin softly whispered yes. this time the text changed right before his eyes.
< Status and bloodlines.
Name: Alkonost Ijiraat Sirin.
Age 3 days
Health: 500/500
Strength: 395
Speed: 400
Agility: 402
Magic: 430
Bloodlines acquired:
Flame demon: 1/2
Shade demon: 1/1
Human: 1/10000000 >
The name of course, was not his complete name, but a shorter version with only the words that could be pronounced in a human language.
At first, he was slightly confused as for why there were three options, given that he had only eaten the souls of two creatures. But then he realised that his sibling must have a mixed bloodline and he probably did so as well. Maybe they weren't even complete siblings but only shared a mother with one of them just taking a lot longer to hatch and originating from a different nest.
Sirin figured that it must be this way since one of the bloodlines was so compatible with his own that he didn't need to take more souls from that species.
< Would host like to use the shade demon bloodline? >
Without hesitation he responded with yes.
For a moment he felt strange and nauseous. It didn't take longer than a second tough.
When it was done, he noticed that his colour palette was reversed. Now his skin was completely black with pure wite stripes. He also had an extra set of horns now. These were just below his original ones and faced forwards as well.
He found this a bit odd. If he was supposed to be a shade demon now, then why did he have white markings? In his opinions it would be more logical if he was completely black so that he would look like a living shadow.
The system responded nearly immediately. < In all forms, host will maintain personal qualities. Like colours, patterns, and weaknesses. >
Sirin struggled to move in this new form. He was quite familiar with the slight amount of shape change that he could do on his own. But this felt completely different. Like he was completely made out of smoke.
Eventually he couldn't hold it anymore and changed back to his original form.
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