Chapter 7 The Spells Effects part 6

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Tale as told as time
Song as old as rhyme
This bully is a beast.

Nurf awoke with a groan. His shoulders and spine ached. He sat up and stretched, hoping to quell the pain. A sharp pain shot through his shoulders. He hissed and rubbed the spot. He screamed as a bone tor though the flesh, blood gushing out.

Nurf fell to his knees, gritting his teeth. He felt tears well up in his eyes as his fingers cracked and morphed, turning into paws. He bit his tongue,  drawing blood, as he felt his spine rip out of his flesh, hollowing and growing. His jaw splintered and grew, bone shards pushing out of his moving skin. Nurf spit out blood as his teeth forced their way out of his mouth, roots and all. Tears steamed down his face as his nails were pushed off of his fingers, bone growing through flesh to become curved feline claws.

Nurf shut his eyes as pain racked through them. When he opened them, his vision had vastly improved, plus gaining night vision. His ears puffed out and flattened against his head.

He let out a raspy gasp as he felt the final mussels develop on his wings. Nurf flopped onto the floor of his tent, gasping for breath. He stared at his hands- no paws, as fur the same colour of his camp T-shirt. He felt a thicker fur grow down to his chest, the colour of his hair. The pain had ceased, allowing Nurf to look over his new body. His arms and legs were now that of a lions, albeit a young one. Powerful wings lay sprawled out on the floor. He looked behind him and saw a long scorpions tail, curled around his hind paws.

Nurf exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm down. His body shook slightly as he smelt blood and heard screams coming from all around him, assaulting his now sensitive ears. He placed his large paws over his ears and waited for it to stop.    

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