change

At first, when he first had consumed his draught, it had only been minor changes that really impacted his humanity. The longer ears, pointed teeth, protruding claws, all of which were overshadowed by the drastic change in his appearance. Even if his ears were long and pointed, those strange features had always seemed to fit right in with the rest of his second form, were always a part of it.

This form was seemingly unable to be static in its appearance, as not too long after he had gotten used to his new form, there was a near imperceptible change in his eyes. If he weren't often running scientific tests on himself, he might have never noticed. While they were once just a vivid green, they had gained a shine to them, reflecting light like a mirror, seeming to glow in the dark. Maybe it had always been that way, though he remembered one specific night when everything appeared much brighter than it had before.

What followed was a bit more noticeable. As he spent more time in his new form, he observed the gradual increase in was he could only assume was something akin to fur upon his skin. It had grown longer, more spread out as time went on, until it covered most of his body with a layer of itself. It was colored in such a way that it nearly matched his skin, making it harder to see from the outside, though it was very apparent in his own life. It took a while to adjust to, a strange thing to feel when he brushed against himself, when his clothes rubbed against it, but he could never find it in himself to even be the slightest bit disgusted by whatever was happening. If anything, he welcomed it, as nothing in his previous form as really given him as much comfort. He would sometimes just run his fingers through his fur, hands resting on his neck, just to revel in the experience.

It was small, but with the fur brought a slight change in his ears once again. While they were covered in that same fur, they had also seemed to have a wider range of movement, allowing him to point them whatever which way. He was also convinced that his hearing had become sharper, but he had no way to prove it, just the feeling that he heard smaller things that he never had pinpointed before.

At some point, these changes had seemed to bleed over into his original form, nails growing into points, canines more pronounced as he ran his tounge over his teeth. He could have sworn something looked off about his eyes when he glanced in the mirror, though despite his many acquaintances, no one had ever seemed to point it out. Maybe his efforts to remove them really had done something

It was all very strange, really. He was never sure why exactly his potion had caused him to appear less human than he had before. It supposedly brought out the buried, hidden parts of him, if he were correct, therefore it must be because his worst parts were so evil that they were barely human anymore. Though something in him wouldn't let him truly believe that, as much as he tried to convince himself.

The most… unexpected change occurred one evening, when he had downed the potion, as he always did (though it might have been a double dose that night. He couldn't recall), the salty taste running down his tounge. Once it had concluded, he quickly became aware of the feeling of a new appendage attached to his back, laid upon the floor. It is a strange feeling, to control a limb that you never knew previously, that had 'appeared' so suddenly. But he couldn't say it felt wrong.

That night he had spent holed up in his lab, much too curious about this development to get himself to focus on anything else. He presumed it was some kind of tail, without any better description, and though he wasn't quite sure why it was there, it seemed to fit right in will all of his other qualities that made him clearly inhuman. Even then, when he started to lose resemblance to humanity, he would still find joy in this, in his second form that he would never admit to preferring over his original.

Nothing of note really followed that night, involving his form, atleast. That all led him to now. What was that, maybe a year ago? The time all blurred together. He sat on the floor of his lab, as he had so many times, claws scraping against the tile floor, tail wrapped around his legs. At least he got to enjoy himself while it lasted, knowing his end would be soon. His head fell onto his knees as he pulled himself in, curling up, trying to appear smaller than he already was. It was nice while it lasted.