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Sitting upon a computer chair while looking out a window, a young man watched as his family packed their vehicle tight with supplies and suitcases. Waving out the window, he could watch as it took them ages to finally end their ritual of checking, and rechecking again, to ensure everything was in order. He fondly shouted back to them for good wishes and luck on their trip, as they shouted the name Zzri back with loving regards. Barely the break of dawn, he was able to watch as he opted to stay behind and watch over the house as they were absent. It took no time at all, from his position on the second story, for his perspective to lose sight of the chugging car. He was thankful that they were able to leave on what would appear to be a bright and beautiful day, taking note of how the leaves on the Sentang trees rustled ever so faintly. Turning around, leaving his window open, he would decide on walking down the stairs to see if anything immediate needed to be taken care of.

A loud clunk from behind caused Zzri to stop in his tracks. It was uncharacteristic, and sounded more as if something had fallen off of a desk. Turning to look at where he thought a book had perhaps fallen, there would be nothing but the open window. Squinting, however, he saw something glistening due to the light of his room reflecting upon it. Walking back towards the window and grasping, it appeared to be a surprisingly large feather. Flicking it around, the species it likely belonged to would be that of a seagull, but of monstrous proportions. Tugging it out from between the window frame, it was nearly the size of his arm. He was sure it hadn't been there before, and he had to wonder how on earth it could even fit in there.

Chills ran down the man's spine as he recognized something grasping at his collarbone from behind. It felt almost like cold scales with webbing between them, yet possessed enough dexterity to clamp onto the arch of his body. Having handled birds formuch of his life he guessed it may belong to some sort of water fowl, and at first thoughts it feeling almost exactly like a seagull's foot. It grasped around his shoulder and with sudden pressure from behind, Zzri's face smacked against the wall before it threw his body down to the ground. His skin wrinkled slightly against the carpeted flooring of the bedroom as a ringing sensation went through his ears from the sudden force. He could quite clearly feel the foot pushing down the back of his head, ensuring a lack of escape options.

Kicking and flailing his arms, Zzri felt a hard material come into contact with his skin. Quick pricking caused his heartbeat to accelerate in utter fear, yelling as loudly as possible for help against the assailant. The skin broke, and he felt the warm blood of his body spilling forth while the bird above him continued to peck at the flesh beneath, tears rolling down his eyes. A stronger pressure came from above, slightly pointed against his neck, to help ensure that he was silenced. At this point he couldn't believe he was being attacked by merely some animal; the reactions much too well orchestrated in their purpose. It was then that a full fledged bite took place. Its beak clamped around the side of his neck, almost in a chewing fashion, over the open wound. A heavy and thick substance could be felt swirling forth from the mouth of the bird and into his flesh. Hot and harsh, it seemed to move with purpose, as the veins inflated slightly with the excess of liquid. In another instant, all pressure was relieved from atop his body and a quick rush of wind went flying over and past his head. Quickly righting himself, a hand over where he was bitten, the confused human backpedaled with his behind against the floor, staring at the window.

The bird was gone. Just like that, some foreign creature had escaped, and in ways that the human couldn't fathom. The size of the foot itself belonged to some beast that would be much too big to fit through the frame of the window. Thinking about it caused him to feel fairly light headed, when he realized that perhaps it wasn't a seagull at all. Some sort of venomous creature, the likes of which humanity never documented, must have bit him. He knew it was crazy, but he was fearing for his life while adrenaline lingered in his blood.

Quickly raising himself up fully upon his feet, Zzri found himself stumbling several times before finding his way out the bedroom and into a hallway. Everything appeared fuzzed out, every so often individual objects oscillating into a more clear vision. Panicking, he'd nearly trip several times down a flight of stairs. Counting his blessings, the grip of his hand against the railing to his right and the friction of his bare feet against the carpeted stairs ensured he'd never falter too far. Stumbling along at the bottom of the stairs, he'd look left and right, as if forgetting where the bathroom was located. The hallway itself, where there were doors leading to various areas of the house, twisted and swirled in his vision in ways that made him want to purge. Raising his right arm forward, the left still over where he felt the wound, he'd attempt to get there without knocking over any pictures along the walls or without fumbling over any stands. Making his way through and behind the kitchen, miraculously without banging any of the fixtures, he'd fling open the bathroom door and try to reach for the medicine cabinet.

Keeling over with clenching arms, Zzri could feel the warmth spreading throughout his veins as if it wasa thick physical object before he could even reach to get behind the mirror above the sink. Like hundreds of tiny worms squirming with the flow of his blood, the sensation spread across his entire form within seconds. Holding his hands upon the rounded sink in the bathroom, he became somewhat flustered. It was uncharacteristic, not only due to feeling absolutely terrible, but also from an overall passive demeanor that he may describe himself as having. There was a primal surge coming forth from beneath him, somewhere, and it was changing his mindset ever so slightly. The fabric of the clothing he wore itched something fierce, yet he couldn't bring himself to actually relieve the sensation. All the distraught male wished to do was find a sort of freedom from having to feel in this way, but that same primal urge called to him silently inside of his mind, urging him that this was the way it had to be.

Quivering, Zzri reached upwards to finally stroke at the top of his head, for a different kind of scratching took place that made him rather curious through his flushed state. Barely mustering the strength to open his eyes once again, they would widen dramatically once he actually looked at what was taking place. His hair was falling out, and quickly. He made a quick mental note of how the arm moved; the appendage arching strangely, as though the bone was soft and malleable, but also avoiding a large area in front of his face as though something was there. The hand began to shake all the more violently from sheer shock at watching the black material flutter downwards ever so daintily. In a way he was beginning to feel somewhat naked despite wearing his clothes. The same sensation taking place on his head was happening across his entire body, meaning all body hair was being lost at a frightening rate. All of the hair against his body couldn't cause the level of itchiness he had to indulge upon, but it was certainly a portion of the problem. What looked to be something tiny and blue poked forth from the fingers. Pushing forth alongside the pores of his skin, they appeared to be the growth of feathers. Breathing slowly in and out, caused by an almost mentally damaging level of disbelief, he had to look away due to the fear of the unexplainable gripping him.

Increasing body temperature caused the ill-stricken human to feel as if he were burning up beneath a heat lamp, and the clothing wasn't doing him any favors. Crying out, the man fell to the ground both in surprise and the pain of such intense sensations, for they quickly compounded upon itself to the point of being outright unbearable. There was a certain pinging in his mind, assuring him that it was the fabric upon his body causing such discomfort. His arms twitched, almost against his will, as they slapped against his chest several times with the fingers flicking across the creases of the shirt to try and grab hold. Through several passes of the hands, Zzri finally managed to grip long enough to pull the shirt up and over his head, flinging it across the bathroom. The next issue to resolve seemed to be the pants themselves, for they felt so very restrictive to his movements. It was strange to him, for he wouldn't even try to move the lower appendages in the slightest. In the same spastic and uncontrollable manner, he'd somehow succeed in unbuttoning the waistline of his pants. The zipper shot down naturally to prove that there was a shifting change in size taking place. Kicking his legs as if he were a wild man being clothed for the first time, he wanted nothing more in the world than to get those and any undergarments away from his body and off his skin. There was an annoying sensation that the fabric upset the flow of his hair. Squinting, it made no sense to him, for he would intrinsically believe that the clothing should feel good against his bare skin. Changing his focus, he'd try to look up at a mirror.

Pulling his head up proved to be painfully restrictive, for the balding individual's neck would suddenly crack with the sudden movement. Words failed to spill forth from his mouth, despite trying to speak out for help in the empty home for any sort of aid. The neck seemed so much more flexible, but not only that, itseemingly added upon itself; stretching, and creaking with every moment that passed, with the sounds of shifting flesh vibrating violently enough to send those waves to his ear canals. Panting heavily, he'd push himself away from the sink before growling out as if he were a feral beast unable to contain its emotions. The face itself felt as though it were on fire; the muscles were metabolizing themselves and releasing extraordinary heat in the process. Every bone in his body felt to be made of jelly at this point, yet his focus was on the face for the time being. Reaching his hands up while squatting down, the position feeling marginally more comfortable due to leg positioning, he'd try to press against his face. It was as though an invisible force blocked blocking it and that he attempted to avoid a part of his anatomy that simply didn't exist. Along with that, however, Zzri felt how his hips were widening with the musculature shifting. If nothing else it could be compared to a combination of the world's most intense Charley Horse and one's neuropathy flaring with it. Soon he lay bare on the cold textile of the floor, or at least it felt that way compared to his current body temperature.

Letting out a strained gasp, Zzri's jaws cracked and shuttered every second thereafter. The bone seemed to be cracking and compacting itself down into a much more solid mass, and formed in a way where the front of his face rounded outwards in a dome-like shape. Skin broke apart as tears rolled down his cheeks, the salty solution only adding to the stinging from where his skin was sheared. The bone appeared to be pushing outwards as the skull congealed together in an extremely alien fashion. It was here that the confused man could finally understand why he thought there was an obstruction in front of his face. Nothing physically existed there before, but the brain recognized that a beak should exist, and it was soon to be. Gagging, his throat muscles clenched as the neck continued its outwards stretch, it felt strange to have the teeth slowly sink within the gumline before it disappeared, and even that small bit of flesh along with it shortly after. The body exhibited a complete lack of control over its own fluids, for with the tears coming down the new bone-like structure of the beak, so too would that face sputter out drool with the nostrils expelling mucous as if to make way for liquids more suitable for a new body. A pointed tip pushed down across the long beak, giving it a predatory look, yet one that could might be much more suited towards picking through flesh and digging into bone; a carrion feeder.

Spreading forth from the chest, the transforming human could feel quite readily the thickness of the new coat of feathers. Changes from here on out occurred rapidly, at least in terms of sprouting the deep blue coloration. A certain level of satisfaction came from Zzri in the form of a sigh as his torso regained a level of comfort, at least in temperature. The lack of disparity wasn't quite enough for him to ignore the feeling of the ribs expanded outwards, pushing at the interior of his skin, as though it were a guide for how large his body needed to expand. Every deep breath taken in held a greater volume of air than before, indicating a strengthening heart and lungs. Several jolting and loud cracks echoed in the bathroom as the back forced itself into positions unnatural for a human; straightened before twisting as it made perfect room for the hind and forelegs to connect. Either of the front or back appendages, at any given time, were felt to be squeezing against his body while spasming. He could seemingly feel the sinew and tendons snapping apart before quickly reconnecting. If the growing feathers hadn't begun to obscure the view, his wandering eyes may have been able to see the bulging taking place from growth, and shrinking, of certain applicable muscles. Tapping his fingers against the hard floor, a new clicking could be heard as a result from such. Talons, thick and long, resulted from the nails on his fingers rounding out and sharpening naturally. He had almost missed it, but the skin of the middle and ring fingers fused together ever so slowly as much of the tissue in the shorter of the two digits seemed to disintegrate. Clacking his newly formed beak, as if trying to grind his teeth, he let loose a silent screech as the feeling of nerves tearing themselves apart was enough to drive his mind to insanity. The rest of the hand seemed to thin out in width, with the thumb being forced downwards and to the sides, to mimic a more eagle-like form. Dark yellow and partially tan scales ruptured from the skin, giving it a glossy look and feel, as the bodily liquids settled down. All of the sensations on the front legs could be felt taking place along the rear legs, albeit them taking on the form more suitable for the position. In his mind, the changing human understood that his body had a more feline structure to it, but he couldn't fathom why. Furthering the disturbing revelation was that, to him, it felt natural. He knew it wasn't, and he knew himself to be thoroughly human.

Zzri's body seemed to pick up and understand that he was coming to terms with the transformation with how it took place thus far, and didn't quite convince him that he shall no longer live his life the way he had thus far. His body forcibly shifted all attention just above and behind the shoulder blades. Sickening cracks took place while the foundation of what felt like roots tore through the interior of his body. Complex structures not present within a human body had been planted, and it was finally time for it to spread its influence into a reality. Small wells appeared beneath the feathers of the body in those particular locations only to feel the skin create two identical bulbous growths. From there they would grow and spread outwards almost akin to tree branches twirling together, congealing yet keeping separate. The autonomous extensions of the body felt similar to an extra pair of hyper-extended arms, as he could feel what seemed like the humurous taking form, with the radius and ulma segments sprouting forth only to come back together at the end. Gigantic feathers unfurled from the skin along the bottom, spreading outwards, as what he understood to be the primary and secondary coverts unfurled. Each feather came in one at a time, Zzri able to feel the grueling process again and again, yet with each wince accompanied by the shaft of every feather pricking out of his body, there would be a sigh of relief once the vane fully took form. It all felt so natural, and so relieving, to obtain; it feeling more like he had lost them, and finally regained what is a true body. In a way the now-barely human creature felt sad that he couldn't focus on every part of the wings growing in, as tears wrought forth by emotion squeezed from his eyes to mix with those caused reflexively by the pain of it all.

Two ears upon his head, normal for a human, were slow to change. Cartilage apparently proved resistant to change despite whole bones changing shape. Top sections of the ears were very clearly forming into an elf-like point, whereas before the dome of the ears created a hallow dome. It was here that the rather disgusting, at least to Zzri, sounds could be heard as they changed shape. Nary more sickening to listen to, in all this time of changing, was how the flesh and muscle around his ears changed shape, for he had perfect auditory senses at the time. In a way they seemed stronger than ever as he soon realized, as the noises taking place were something that he simply wouldn't be able to describe on a later date. Everything seemed so wet, yet he knew that it was dry, as each ear grew forth a full set of tiny but fluffy feathers. Each ear canal shifted and raised up in the head as both ears seemed to follow it, with the rest of the head finally losing its human-like qualities. With the ears resting more atop the head than to the sides, the neck expanded and fine tuned its positioning with the head to finally strip his body free of any resemblance of being once a human.

Just above the buttocks, there appeared to be one of a couple more additions to the body which needed to take place. With Zzri's entire body tingling, alight with a flurry of new sensations beyond that of the stress from shifting bodies, the feeling behind him felt almost ticklish. Growing forth from around his tailbone positioning, giant plumage of feathers slowly grew forth. In a way it was similar to a peacock, they took on the impression of being dubious in the ways of sexual attraction for mates. Despite this, while recognizing the barbs growing forth to fill in the vane via the ever so faint vibrations they created, he understood well how they were to be utilized for flight. The longer of the feathers which inched forth concluded their size at being nearly as long as the torso of the avian, while the smaller of those nearer to the edges of the array stopped increasing to be no longer than one of his talons.

Flicking his ears, the freshly grown gryphon regained full control of his body. Opening his eyes and darting them about, he gazed around with a much more vibrant sense of sight. They weren't nearly as powerful in recognizing the colors a human would, namely that of the multitude of greens, but what he could see was much more specialized. The beak was going to take some time to get used to, for it blocked much of his vision, or at least where he would have pointed his gaze when he was still a human. Realizing it was time to move, however, came at him as though being struck by lightning. Zzri felt fairly claustrophobic in the bathroom, but for an understandable reason; he had grown large enough to feel cramped as the body lay across the floor on its side. Every shift of his musculature left behind an aching, similar to as though he had been sick for weeks and this was the first time he had moved from a laying position. In a way it felt so disjointed to what he had been accustomed to throughout his life, but he also felt so very natural. All he had to do was think about moving, raising himself off the floor, and the body heeded his commands.

Turning towards the open door, which he had flung upon in fear not so long ago, Zrri found himself straining to fit. Muscles still evidently growing, affixing themselves in their new positioning, wouldn't aid him in the slightest. This may very well have been the toughest proof of will he had faced that day as the tight sensation of wood on either side of his body agitated him. There was a strong sense of pride for the feathers he obtained, and he didn't wish them to be misaligned for any reason. Clawing at the floor, loud clacks of sharpened talon against scraped against human-made material, barely provided enough force to squirm through the entrance. The back feet couldn't be discounted in their aid, but from his viewpoint it was only natural for them to powerfully kick at the ground below him no matter what the problem may be. Swaying his head, all movement seemed to come by as a blur, for the brain was still rewiring itself to handle the new senses. With a fierce and wild gaze, the larger eyes honed in on a door which he remembered led to the rear court of the home. Raising his left forelimb upwards, the digits of his foot clanked around the metal handle, twisting with strained motions. This certainly wasn't the same as using a human hand, and this would be the beginning of Zzri gaining an appreciation of what humans were innately better more capable of accomplishing.

Several minutes passed before Zzri could squirm his way between the second door frame, heaving to himself in joy at finally breaking free of the unfitting abode. Looking upwards, it had become night. It then dawned on him that, even though the entire process felt to him like a simple few minutes, it had in truth taken several hours. Only the brightest stars shone in the sky this night, as his much more efficient eyesight clashed with the human lighting of the town surrounding him, a shroud of light pollution keeping him from enjoying the full night sky. A soft breeze rustled through the feathers, he let them fluff out to enjoy the sensation of how air so easily flowed through them. Even with the intense imagination a human brain possesses, one would never be able to comprehend just how liberating of a feel it was to release trapped pockets of air between the feathers to ready himself for flight.

The right ear quickly swung behind at the instant a very soft patter could be heard against the tiles atop the house. Swinging his head in a likewise fashion, the gryphon peered upwards to find himself surprised at the sight. It was the seagull from earlier that had suddenly attacked him. Its yellow eyes, intense while brimming with life and emotion, stared down as if communicating entire novels of information in one instance. Somehow, Zzri understood the silent transfer of information. The fellow gryphon turned to take flight, the past-human noting how it appeared to be fashioned after a seagull but with the torso of a white bengal tiger. With wings spreading, it caught an updraft of the tropical climate which surrounded them. Feeling a pit in his stomach, the blue gryphon looked back at the house he once lived in before up at the sky where the other gryphon had flown. It was at this time that he knew, very well, that his previous life was now a thing of the past. Spreading forth his wings in a similar fashion, he would take a running start before pushing down at the ground with a powerful thrust. A few powerful strokes of his wings was enough to part his paws from the ground; taking flight feet as simple as riding a bicycle, yet he had obviously never flown before just now.

Those of his family who would return home in a couple days, as expected, would find their son missing from the house. No trail of him would be left behind; the sandals he wore stayed in his room. All of his clothing neatly folded in his dresser, save for those articles left behind in the bathroom. Everything else in the house was completely in order other than the mound of black hair left behind. Only a few blue feathers, small and smooth as silk, could be used as an indicator of where had happened off to. A concoction of dried bodily fluids, ranging from blood to sweat and everything in between, hinted at a struggle of some kind. All the family could do was hope that their son was safe. A single blue feather, small and insignificant in nature while similar to those found in the bathroom, was left behind on the doorstep at the passing of every new moon. It gave them hope that, just perhaps, their son was out there watching over them. Following the first few occurrences, neighbors who may have happened to watch above the house swore to seeing a large bird-like creature, a quadrupedal mixture of vulture and eagle, shifting silently to watch over the house as if it were a guardian.