Bones simply watched, as the attempt at a dhani was tried by this... Human... To be honest, he had seen more nimble and dextrous snakes, freshly hatched out of a nest, than this humans attempt. But he guessed it was rather hard for him to do, never having been a snake.
Eventually, he even had to admit to himself that Wren was not doing to bad of an imitation, he was catching on quite well for a human. Though he could not exactly imitate the form, movement, and grace, of a dhani. But he was much closer than he would have expected a human to get.
Then he tried to go completely snake like Bones... Well... That was utter folly, but he would let him, and was not surprised when the form flickered, and died, unable to hold it, and he returned to human form, his body oddly shrinking. However he did notice, his transformations was not like his own...
His own changes were a part of his nature, what he was... But Wren... He was forcing his form to take on another... And his body seemed to fight to regain its natural form its entire time, wanting to return to the one it had been when he was born... Not like Bones, and other dhani, who truly had multiple natural forms, all of which were as real as the next.
He would have to recall that fact... That whatever he did was not natural, and would not remain, and would cost him dearly to try to long to go against what he had been made as...
As Wren stood naked, trying to quickly rebuild the fire, Bones settled in, and began his change back to human. His change was slow and steady, and natural, unlike Wrens reverting to human form, which had seemed hurried and painful, and unnatural...
By the time he was done, Wren had gotten the fire a bit bigger, and Bones walked over, putting his clothes back on... He smiled, a joy coming over him, having changed his form... It was always that way, a joyous feeling from shifting. It was almost like a release, something that built up in his body, as he stayed in one form, and was set free when he shifted.
Bones took the proffered dagger, and went through the bear bones... As he had picked earlier, he would choose a bone from the leg, possibly having to hack it out. Though it would just mean more meat for him.
He would do his best to carve the circle into the bone... And once he got to the story, he would go for one of a bear, which had avoided a human. Surely this bear, by its size and scars, had escaped many a foe. Perhaps this would lend Bones its leg strength, for speed, or its might.
Though he had no way of knowing that in truth, the bear had no chance in the fight, having been entranced by magic, before being killed. |