#shapeshifterbao

[cumberbuttox]

[roboticteatime-blog]

{shapeshifter-bao}

Robert Haze was hospitalized, and it felt like he'd be so for the rest of his life. He felt lonely, with the only name spinning in his head being one of the past he had forgotten and during the week he'd been in this bed, it hadn't returned to his mind. No other memory had and as the hours passed it seemed that the few months of what he did remember seemed to fade as well. 

But William Haze had brown eyes. 

And that was all Robert could recall. 

His head hurt when he thought too much about it, and his doctor had told him to refrain from thinking of long lost memories. They couldn't keep him in here for too long. But Robert didn't seem to get better, he hadn't moved from the bed since that day when he tried to walk, only to find his legs failing him. 

There was footsteps walking towards him, by shoes he hadn't heard before. Robert turned his head towards the door. Who was that? 

"I don' know you..." he mumbled as the stranger started to get close. Or perhaps he had forgotten him. "Wh...- Why're y' 'ere?"

[thesunshinestore]

~*shapeshifter-bao*~

Sun liked to spend his days of in -you guessed it- the sun. And today was no different as he was roaming through a park in the summer heat, people walking around him, families playing, children laughing. Sun was feeling joyful, as he usually did. Not much could bring him down, especially not when the weather was working in his favour.

He bought himself a sandwich in one of the stands, smiling his brightest towards the man who he bought it from, and even got a smile back from the usually grumpy old man. And Sun made his way to a bench to sit down while he ate, he’d been told you should sit down while you eat.

"Lovely day huh?" he asked the person who he sat down next to. Sun didn’t mind other people, he didn’t mid new people and he didn’t mind angry people. He took a bite from his sandwich. When the sun was out, when he could gaze up at his body and feel happy about that he still was real, Sun would always be the annoyingly cheery bloke walking down the street. "I love autumn."

[shapeshifter-bao]

// there ya go Char, still in the base layers. DON'T PRESSURE ME UGHALKDFJ 

No but seriously I'm not sure how much red I'll keep, i never really imagined him red, that just happened to be where it started. 

[shapeshifter-bao]

Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?

"Christopher. Stupid little fuck with his perfect hair- flirting with women in front of me.” 

[shapeshifter-bao]

|| Princess Eilonwy & The Shapeshifter Bao ||

There was a silver stream of light flashing between tents. Bao's scales reflected the light of the summer moon brilliantly as he slithered through what looked like an army camp. He could smell long gone fires, men, horses, wounds and more. He stepped over the simmering coals of a few fires, soaking up the heat through his paws. He let a low rumble of satisfaction vibrate in his throat. 

He heard the musical tone of horses whinnying a few yards away from him. He crouched closer to the ground, nostrils flared to use the scent as a guide. He left a line in the dirt behind him as he crawled on his belly towards the horses. His mouth began to water. He watched from behind a silky tent, waiting for the moment to snap his jaws under a horse's unsuspecting belly. He coiled up, ready to launch- when something startled him from inside the tent. 

[shapeshifter-bao]

Your muse walks between the corpses after a tremendous battle. A drabble about their feelings.

He rolled his neck and stretched as he got a feeling for his new form. He felt spindly standing up right, with a broad chest and long arms and even longer legs. He stretched and flexed for a moment to grow more familiar with his new body. Taking a deep breath through his slender nose, he stepped forward. He did quite well, he found. The balance wasn’t too bad. He continued forward, stepping between mounds of limbs and innards. Cloth was strewn across the earth, torn just like the fibers of the beings who only hours ago had carefully selected them for this battle. Bao walked on. His new feet bloomed red against white as the blood soaked through his non-calloused soles. 

So this is where they were going to keep him, hmm? On a planet full of soft bodies. It had only taken him mere minutes to destroy an entire platoon of them. He frowned with distaste. What fun would that be? He knew he was a prisoner, but this kind of torture would perhaps be too much… He had expected to have sturdier toys to play with, perhaps even something on a similar level as himself to keep him occupied. These things- these unnamed beings he slaughtered- were certainly not going to cure his itch for a good fight. He kicked one of the heads of them as he walked by. 

He glared up towards the blue sky. Puffy white clouds littered it. He frowned, knowing they were watching, laughing and enjoying his distaste. He began to stride forward again, breaking into a run. Maybe them being soft would be ok. Perhaps he could continue his reign on lesser beings on this planet as well. Only time would tell. 

//sorry it’s so long but there ya go! This would be Bao’s first encounter with humans, and probably his first day (or few hours) having been exiled on Earth. :3 

[shapeshifter-bao]

What are three habits that you have, Bao?

"Hmm. Well for starters I think I have a habit of being devilishly handsome. I very much enjoy doing that. Second… I think I tend to talk a lot. Not a bad thing, I have a rather beautiful voice. Third, well,  I have this tiny habit of taking over planets."