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[goldeneyeball]

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IT'S BULLSHIT SNAKE AU TIME!
I WANT TO PLAY THIS DUMB NAGA VERSION OF MY OC AND THAT IS WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN

SOME INFO:
He looks like this: X | X | X | X
Super cute gift art: By Luc | By Stabby

DESCRIPTION
JW is about twenty feet long from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. His skin is purple with green accent patterns. He's got a light tan underbelly. Sometimes I color his hair green and sometimes I color it blonde. I always forget which one I decided on, but it doesn't really matter. He's got yellow eyes and little lines of heat pits under them.

SETTINGS

GAME EVENT AU - Some games don't need much of a reason for shapeshifting events to occur. I've been in a few! Want to work off of established CR? Just assume some temporary bullshit is happening in a game we're already both in! JW is a snek now. Maybe your character is un-changed or maybe they're something else entirely! Up to you.

CANON AU - In his canon, JW has learned to move between worlds. What does he do with this knowledge? He steals shit and then sells it back on earth to antique dealers. Well this time he's gotten ahold of a cursed bangle in the shape of The Ouroboros. It constricted to his wrist and changed his body. Now he's freaked out and acting carelessly and somehow wound up dumping his ass into YOUR character's world.

-Will add more in the future!-

PROMPT IDEAS

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PICK A JW BELOW AND GO TO TOWN!

Comments

[mageyoulook]

Ander's fingers tighten around his staff, still rather suspicious. "I can see that." In response to him being rather stupid, yes. "But there isn't much magic that can do that to a man." He would have commented further, but the sounds of paws in the brush were getting far to close for comfort, and as much as this man was...disturbingly odd, he wouldn't wish being attacked and killed by blighted wolves on anyone. Glancing between the cave and his new...acquaintance, he makes a face, wrinkling his nose.

"Can you move like that? It looks...difficult." Would he even fit all that tail into the cave if it came down to it? "You'll have to be quick or we're in for a fight."

[goldeneyeball]

"UM--" He straightened up. And up. And up, periscoping to look down the path. He couldn't see what was coming, but his coils could feel the vibration through the ground and it didn't feel like anything he wanted to tangle with. "I'ma bout to find out!"

He turned and slithered for his life. Luckily, pure adrenaline is pretty good at kicking icy new instincts that have been inserted into the back of your brain into motion because he took off in the opposite direction of the paws like a streak.

[mageyoulook]

"Andraste's tits," He swears soft under his breath and lunges forward to catch the man by his hand. "This way," And with a less than gentle tug, due to the immediate danger, he runs towards the cave focusing his mind and preparing himself for a spell just in case he would need to fire one off before they made it to the safety of his hiding spot.

"You best fit, because I'm not fighting off blighted wolves for a sliver of your tail!"

[goldeneyeball]

When Anders grabbed his hand and yanked him in the other direction, an undulation went through his whole body, ending in what sounded like a whipcrack as he tried to right himself and slither in the correct direction.

"I can fit, I can fit!"

He had no idea if he could fit.

And he really didn't know what blighted meant and he really wanted to keep his tail whole even if he wasn't overly fond of it for the moment. When the hiding place appeared, JW dropped into a weird hopping gallop using his arms to propel him along. This wasn't the way he was supposed to move but his human brain and snake brain were at war with one another.

He dove headlong into the cave and sort of fell into a pile of himself. With the high of escape wearing off, he was losing control of his tail again and doing his best to stay AWAY from the fire.

[mageyoulook]

As JW disappeared into the mouth of the cave, despite the ward that Anders had set for it, he felt something more might be needed, turning on his heels at the mouth of the cave and using his mana in a way that one might call a very creative use for the stone skin spell, crafting a wall instead with it and sighing as the light from his staff disappeared.

Behind his back, as snake man tried to right himself, Sir Pounce hissed at the sudden intrusion and ran, clawing his way up Anders thick robes and hiding in the feathers on his pauldrons, his wide eyes staring judgingly over at the new stranger. Anders barely winced through it all, his clothing thick enough that it was only on his legs that he felt the cat's claws at all, but he was used to it. Except, now that he was stuck in here with this man until the wolves lost interest, he had to wonder if he would need to continue to be on edge even in the safety of the cave.

"Either you've just spooked him, or Sir Pounce doesn't like you. You'd better pray it's the first one."

[goldeneyeball]

JW paused in fighting with his new spine to watch in awe as Anders entombed them. A magic-user! And a magic he'd never seen before. Vidia had her own special brand of magic but she was pretty secretive with it. However they were being attacked by--wolves, did he say? Wolves and these were pretty dire circumstances.

He decided that somebody like Anders deserved some serious sucking-up to because he really did not want to end up on the business end of that staff.

"I think he just knows I'm not a cat person." He shoved a loop of his coils aside and managed to sort of 'sit' on it as if he still had hips. JW panted and fumbled with the shackle on his wrist for a long moment, the events of the last few minutes blurring in his head. "Thanks, by the way."

[mageyoulook]

"He usually only hisses at Templars and Darkspawn. Or if you step on his tail." He was a rather sensitive cat, given to him by the hero of Ferelden, even if he didn't brag that part. His hand comes up to rub at the cat's ears, the tabby settling into the fluffy pauldrons and purring eventually, Anders hesitantly leaning his staff against the cave wall and sitting across from JW.

"I wasn't going to leave you...Though still, how you got all this way without dying is a mystery to me. Do you even know where you are?" His thoughts went back to the strange magic that had pulled him out in the first place and he considered the coils under him, how he tried to pull the shackle from his wrist, and if he stared long enough, he could tell that was the source of what ever felt so strange about him, or at least the main source. "What is that you're wearing?"

[goldeneyeball]

JW didn't know what a Templar or Darkspawn were, but he was sure he didn't want to be either of them.

"Maybe I tripped over him then."

He really took a moment to study Anders in turn. His dress, his speech, his staff all told him he was far from home--which again, wasn't anything too unusual. But he was glad that he seemed to be accepting the strange with grace. And he was generous too. He could tell the man was staring at him. JW couldn't really blame him though and after a few moments of huffiness, decided not to.

"Not Kansas, I know that much." His eyes fell back to the ouroboros and the very tip of his tail flopped back and forth. "And this...is a mistake, I'm thinking." His eyes moved elsewhere as shame became apparent on his face. "Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be treasure hunters. I think all I need to do is find something to cut it off."

[mageyoulook]

The tabby meowed once, sniffing the air before hopping off Ander's shoulder, curling close to the fire between his owner and JW. Obviously he wasn't too offended by the snake, or else he wouldn't have left at all. That at least helped Ander's shoulders relax a little. Still, the other man was a complete mystery.

"Judging by your accent, you're not Ferelden." Though his eyebrow raises as he reads between the lines, and can't help but grin, shaking his head. "So you stole that. It reeks of magic...I don't think simply cutting it off will help you there. What ever that is, it isn't happy with you." And don't think he'll be touching it either.

Finally settling in a bit, he slides down the rock wall he's created and sighs, heavily, the heat of the fire filling the cave more with the shield of rock, though a breeze did sneak through the cracks, providing oxygen and keeping it from getting too hot. "Anyways, we'll be stuck in here a while. You can tell me all about it, scales. I'm sure it'll be a good comedy."

[goldeneyeball]

"I wouldn't call it stealing." He spread his thin, clawed hands, sparing a moment to look at them as if he'd only just noticed that they changed as well. He patted his face. Man, he needed to find a mirror. He hoped he hadn't gotten any uglier.

"Stealing's such an...ugly word." Even now he was grinning involuntarily. This fellow could see through him like wet tissue paper but JW was just so dedicated to his story. "And besides, the place was abandoned. Cobwebs and dust everywhere."