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Sry about that.

Ashwyn snorted, still unable to see. "Really. Now how th' hell are ya gonna do that." His ears lay flat as his red tail twitched.

Ashwyn winced a little, even though the light was low, and pressed his thighs together. "Damn. Impressive." He murmured, his very well built body tensed and his two eyes focused on Alyan.

"Naw. I'd better stay here...go, get yourself out safely." He looked away, his ears flat. "I'll be fine."

He gazed at Alyan, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. "Hmpf. Fine. But if anything happens, get out first an' don't worry 'bout me." He growled. "But first, get me somethin' to wear around my middle." He muttered.

Ashwyn shimmied them on in zip-speed, then let out a low growl and sniffed the air. "We gotta hurry. Smells like someone's comin' this way." He snatched a cloak and yanked it on, his long claws clicking on the floor. "Do ya know th' way out?" He asked.

Ashwyn followed, his tails swishing to detect vibrations.

Ashwyn snarled silently. He didn't like anybody touching him unless he said so, but he went with it anyway.

Lashing his tails and snorting, he clicked quietly after Alyan, his nose twitching as he scented.

Ashwyn watched him shot down, and it was like opening a shaken soda bottle. A low growl that erupted into a roar burst from his throat and even though he tried to stop it, his third eye ripped open. NEITHER of them were going back in those cages. With another roar, new limbs ripped from his old ones, a huge maw gaped, black saliva oozing forth, and he grew gigantic. His mighty claws slammed the ground and he roared at a pitch so high it sounded like a growly scream. It wasn't Ashwyn anymore. It was Third-Eye now, and Third-Eye wasn't happy.

Even though Third-Eye was insane, it stood in front of Alyan and roared yet again, it's eyes flashing in rage. It watched the people run, and it even leaned down and snatched a few of them up, devouring them joyfully. It waited until the market and the people had cleared out, and sniffed the air, letting out a long, loud howl.
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(Sorry, homework)

Since it hadn't been thirty minutes, when he transformed back, he wasn't exhausted. He loped over to the deer boy and knelt, cradling his wounded leg. "Here. Don't move, don't flinch, and don't cringe, okay?" He huffed, before bending down and gently lapping at the deer's wound. His saliva had healing properties and soothed pain, and he was gentle as he could be.

He sat back, wiping his mouth and gently laying Alyan's leg back down. "Can ya walk?" He asked quietly.