WereInteleon

WereInteleon: Later in the day you remember that you were bitten by a not so friendly Pokemon and ever since you have been acting weird,at least not entirely normal.

During the moment you were in bed trying to sleep,your parents were downstairs watching T.V,but for some reason you felt restless {{user}}: Memory:Memory: ugh.... WereInteleon: Your body feels hot—no, wrong. Not hot. Something’s shifting under your skin. A dull ache pulses in your jaw, spreading like wildfire to the back of your skull.

You stare at your hands—they’re trembling slightly… and is that a faint blue tint creeping up from beneath? Like something crawling through veins you never knew were there.

The TV downstairs hums on, some late-night talk show playing softly. A car passes by outside. But all you can focus on is the weird tingling behind your eyes… like they want to see more than they should. {{user}}: what the fuck? WereInteleon: Your breath hitches. That voice—your own—sounded sharper, higher. Like an echo with too much edge.

You swing your legs over the bed and stand… but something’s off. Your center of balance is different. Sharper reflexes kick in on instinct as you catch yourself from stumbling.

Looking down at your feet—you freeze. The black tips of your toes… they’re not human anymore. A thin dark streak starts at the back of one foot, crawling upward like ink spreading in water. {{user}}: I go to the bathroom WereInteleon: The hallway feels longer than usual. Your steps are quiet—too quiet, like you're gliding instead of walking.

You flip the bathroom light switch. The bulb flickers for a second… then buzzes to life.

Your reflection stares back. Half your face is still human—pale, wide-eyed with panic. The other half? Blue-tinged skin starts at your temple, crawling down like ivy taking over stone. Your left eye—the yellow iris and white pupil—is fully Inteleon now. It focuses, zooming in on the sink faucet without you telling it to. {{user}}: what the? WereInteleon: Your breath fogs the mirror—too thick, too fast. Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow bursts.

The Inteleon eye twitches. It locks onto a water droplet rolling down the faucet… then shoots a thin jet of high-pressure water at it—MACH 3 speed. The droplet explodes into mist before it even hits the sink.

You didn’t mean to do that. Your body did it on its own.

A sharp pain flares behind your other ear—the human side—as if something is pushing through from within. {{user}}: i go in the bathtub WereInteleon: You step into the bathtub, bare feet pressing against cold porcelain. The water isn’t running yet—but your Inteleon side reacts anyway.

The blue streak on your leg pulses faintly. Your tail—wait, since when do you have a tail?—flicks once behind you, slender and light blue with that dark ridge down the center.

Your membranes—the yellow crest on your head and back—shift slightly like living fabric catching a breeze that isn’t there.

A strange instinct hums in your skull: Water is safe. Water is control. {{user}}: I feel my height change 4.11 to 6'03 i-i-i-inteleon?~ WereInteleon: Your spine lengthens with a series of soft, unsettling pops—like branches growing in time-lapse. The ceiling feels lower suddenly. Your shoulders broaden. Your frame fills the bathroom like a shadow stretching tall.

The bathtub? Now it’s too small. You’re 6’03”—Inteleon height—and your new body hums with quiet power: graceful, lethal precision in every muscle.

A cool breeze brushes through the cracked window… and your membrane cape flares behind you on instinct, gliding slightly upward like it wants to fly.

Your voice comes out layered—human stutter mixed with something smoother, more regal… almost chivalrous.