[He's lost track of how long his own changes had gone by the point he hears her screaming, so wrapped up was he in his own agonizing pain. Limbs cracking into place, hands and fingers crumpling together into a single, boned mass and hardening, smoothing into finely polished hooves, his head splitting with pain and wooziness as shoulderblades and elbows and knees erupt out of his skin, bone solidifying into more decorative plates that gleam despite being slicked with blood.
It feels like hours before he can raise his head, vision blurred and limbs shaking as he tries to get to his feet-and then he hears the scream.]
Ch...k...Rei...ra...?
[He staggers to his feet and stumbles up the stairs, cursing as he bumps his head in the doorway-he can't get through at all. It's through sheer dogged determination that he forces his head through one doorway, leaving gouges in the wall-and then another, the dreadful sound of horns carving a track through drywall as he clumsily climbs up the steps.
He doesn't think much of coming up on all fours-he's been going largely quadrupedal for the past week or so without thinking. His vision is blurred enough thanks to his own mental haze that he doesn't quite register why he feels like he's walking on closed fists, or why he feels unwieldy when trying to get up on two legs and put a hand on the stairwell-he just can't do it for some reason. Crawling up it is, then.
Finally, he stumbles onto the landing of the second floor, breathing heavily.]
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It feels like hours before he can raise his head, vision blurred and limbs shaking as he tries to get to his feet-and then he hears the scream.]
Ch...k...Rei...ra...?
[He staggers to his feet and stumbles up the stairs, cursing as he bumps his head in the doorway-he can't get through at all. It's through sheer dogged determination that he forces his head through one doorway, leaving gouges in the wall-and then another, the dreadful sound of horns carving a track through drywall as he clumsily climbs up the steps.
He doesn't think much of coming up on all fours-he's been going largely quadrupedal for the past week or so without thinking. His vision is blurred enough thanks to his own mental haze that he doesn't quite register why he feels like he's walking on closed fists, or why he feels unwieldy when trying to get up on two legs and put a hand on the stairwell-he just can't do it for some reason. Crawling up it is, then.
Finally, he stumbles onto the landing of the second floor, breathing heavily.]
H..hgh...R...Reira!