The elf whimpered and cried, his eyes flickering around in a blind fervor, seeing nothing but shadows and faces that were indiscernible and horrifying in his frenzy. “El-EL-EL! EL!” He cried continually, mostly gurgles and chokes as the blood continued to spew from his mouth. His hands shot up, clutching at the unseen man that held him in place, his fingers were frail and barely there, but he held fast and pleaded continually while more tears dribbled down to mix with the blood that splattered his face. “Please- please! PLEASE-“ he broke into a pained yowl that was obscure and indistinct, clearly of pain, but it seemed horribly unnatural, beyond what an elf should be able to make. There was an instant of pure terror, nothing but fear and absolute helplessness. He was going to die, he told himself, goodbye Elrohir.

Blackness curled over his face, at first it looked to be beneath the skin layer, but soon enough small hairs began to sprout up, one by one, then in masses that took off like wildfire about his form. It curled over his face, down his throat, over his ears and chest. He couldn’t feel it, all he could comprehend was the intense agony of flesh, bone, muscle, organs- everything was on fire. He cried out through noises that were growing less and less humanistic and more and more into animalistic howls. It was clear that the potion certainly wasn’t acting as was intended.

With each howl something about him changed. His ears lengthened, his hair grew longer and darker, the pupils of his eyes grew thin slit, one even changing to a deep crimson as he stared wildly towards the ceiling. He didn’t respond to any of Elrohir’s pleas, he didn’t seem to be capable of anything, not even real thought as his body snapped and cracked, the bones and flesh changing and growing throughout his body. Seams of clothing tore and snapped, no longer able to hold back the bulging muscles beneath that were now nearly completely covered in the soft black fur. The hand that Elro held bulged and popped, growing huge against his own while the nails thickened and blackened into menacing talons that certainly weren’t meant for the elf he’d once been.

Pearly black nubs of horns sprouted through his hair, curling back slightly and puncturing the pillow behind as the half elf-half beast writhed in agony, more blood trickling down from his hairline where the new spikes had pulled through. A loud thump announced the sudden growth of a tail too, which slowly lurched longer and longer, a spiked trident forming at the end as it slithered and jolted along with the rest of him. All the while his face began to push outward, forming a thick snout with rows of jagged teeth and two elongated fangs.

He was now only barely recognizable as Nick, the elf Elrohir had fallen in love with and watched over for so long. Now he was a beast, a horribly frightening creature that shouldn’t have happened. Everything was out of control, Nick was gone, replaced by this monster that growled and hissed and snarled in a state of confused agony. Not only was the pain intense, but his senses were keen, so many new smells, sounds, sights that spiraled into his awareness. He couldn’t handle it all, it was too much. There was one last snap and tear as his flat feet cracked into paws, each toe growing a wicked talon and thick webbing between, then everything finally began to slow and his mind was finally allowed to clear.

Nick, also known as Antoine in his post-TF form, is an RP character of mine. I just snipped that bit above from my parts of an RP which would explain why it feels so disjointed. Thought It'd be fun to add it along with the image though~