an erwin that is an anthrophomorphic antlered rabbit-creature, but erwin nonetheless. he sounds less like he's choking on his own breaths by the time he sits there fully transformed, shaking like a leaf, and finally he straightens his spine just a little to test and it's not agony.
a slow exhale leaves him, but he's not pain-free: his gut is twisting and angry, and he's not sure he's ever felt this hungry before, this desperate, no matter how bad things had ever gotten back home. no matter how bad the need for blood had ever gotten since they arrived here.
it's infinitely worse than that, and it takes him a moment to form words because he doesn't feel like he's even fully cognizant anymore. ]
It's—I need to eat.
[ something, anything. before he tries to eat levi whole. ]
[ that's odd, considering they don't have the need to eat food anymore. the thought is irrelevant, though, and it's out of his head just as quickly as it appeared. if Erwin can go through something like that and the first thing out of his mouth is I need to eat, he clearly needs to fucking eat. ]
—Right. Okay. We'll find you something. There has to be food around here somewhere.
[ he hasn't even taken a moment to examine Erwin's changes more closely, because he's immediately hyper-focused on making sure he gets what he needs. presumably there will be plenty of time for that later.
and, yes, in the end it doesn't matter. Erwin is Erwin. ]
[ he just nods at first, clawed fingers gently (as gently as he can right now) stroking along levi's arm. it's a fond gesture, but there's something else to it too that's difficult to place.
he does manage to move after a moment, shifting and climbing out of bed. he's much taller like this, but also much leaner: essentially, if a person were also a rabbit (with antlers), that's what erwin looks like.
in the back of his head, a small voice is quite worried that regular food isn't going to be what his body's craving, but he doesn't speak of that concern yet. ]
[ it feels a little different now, of course, but Erwin's hand on his arm still floods him with relief. it's not that he was worried the person (rabbit person?) in front of him was no longer really Erwin, but a complete metamorphosis like this could have changed something emotionally as well, couldn't it?
well, who knows. he has absolutely no idea. all that matters right now is that Erwin isn't in excruciating pain anymore and he needs to eat. ]
I can just... I'll steal something. Find some humans and take some of their shit. These witches aren't gonna have anything.
[ maybe easier said than done, but he's not worried about it at all. he'll do whatever needs to be done. ]
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an erwin that is an anthrophomorphic antlered rabbit-creature, but erwin nonetheless. he sounds less like he's choking on his own breaths by the time he sits there fully transformed, shaking like a leaf, and finally he straightens his spine just a little to test and it's not agony.
a slow exhale leaves him, but he's not pain-free: his gut is twisting and angry, and he's not sure he's ever felt this hungry before, this desperate, no matter how bad things had ever gotten back home. no matter how bad the need for blood had ever gotten since they arrived here.
it's infinitely worse than that, and it takes him a moment to form words because he doesn't feel like he's even fully cognizant anymore. ]
It's—I need to eat.
[ something, anything. before he tries to eat levi whole. ]
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[ that's odd, considering they don't have the need to eat food anymore. the thought is irrelevant, though, and it's out of his head just as quickly as it appeared. if Erwin can go through something like that and the first thing out of his mouth is I need to eat, he clearly needs to fucking eat. ]
—Right. Okay. We'll find you something. There has to be food around here somewhere.
[ he hasn't even taken a moment to examine Erwin's changes more closely, because he's immediately hyper-focused on making sure he gets what he needs. presumably there will be plenty of time for that later.
and, yes, in the end it doesn't matter. Erwin is Erwin. ]
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he does manage to move after a moment, shifting and climbing out of bed. he's much taller like this, but also much leaner: essentially, if a person were also a rabbit (with antlers), that's what erwin looks like.
in the back of his head, a small voice is quite worried that regular food isn't going to be what his body's craving, but he doesn't speak of that concern yet. ]
I'm sure—we can find something.
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well, who knows. he has absolutely no idea. all that matters right now is that Erwin isn't in excruciating pain anymore and he needs to eat. ]
I can just... I'll steal something. Find some humans and take some of their shit. These witches aren't gonna have anything.
[ maybe easier said than done, but he's not worried about it at all. he'll do whatever needs to be done. ]