Yellow eyes narrow on a face that is nearly constantly smiling, at least when he was like this. When he tapped into his own demonic power and let himself transform, his subsequent appearance dictated by the devil arm he was using at the time. In this case, Cerberus was the flavour of the month, the nunchaku stowed away in favour of claws and fangs as he stood hunched forward.
Primed and ready to tear the man before him apart.
man; such an easy way to classify him at times. he chose to look human as it was easier. revealing his true form was… complicated. not everyone could fully understand it – even less were comfortable with him being in it. a simple twist in fate that the longer he stayed in it… the longer he felt less than what he was.
funnily enough, he didn’t have a choice in the matter; this time, he wasn’t going to allow his humanity to hold him back – as it always did. no, what better way to shed it than for him? there was no need for it anyways. not when it was quite clear every fiber in his body full out urged — no more so d e m a n d e d that he change.
and so he did; human form fading to one more of darkness. hands in exchange for claws and teeth as sharp as any-blade. true, he always fought this form, but for now? now, he didn’t care about that… ripping the other apart would be the only thing on his mind.
Hellfirebound 