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SlyDURRin
Legacy Name: SlyDURRin


The Field Serpenth
Owner: hollo

Age: 12 years, 6 months, 4 weeks

Born: August 29th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 6 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: August 29th, 2011

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Oh Lazar
He is cool. He is suave. He is the envy of every boy in his year and quite a few in the others.
Everywhere he goes he turns heads, every girl he speaks to is captivated by his looks and his charm.
Oh yes, he is the epitome of Slytherin perfection.
He has the sophistication, he has the charisma, the cunning and the silver-tongue.
Even now he can feel their eyes on him, even now he can see them turning to watch him walk by.
Even now he
~is tripping over his own feet and tumbling down the staircase to land in a heap on the lower landing.

The laughter that follows grates on his nerves, to be sure, but he lifts himself to his feet, dignified as ever, and consoles himself with the thought that, with him being such a picture of Slytherin perfection (of course), that was the most elegant and graceful of tumbles.
In-deed.


Laying face down on the ground was more than just a bit undignified, he thought. Or rather, chin down on the ground, as he was. Is that what he was? He was finding it difficult to focus at the moment, as if his thoughts were simultaneously running on two different tracks.

In a sense, then, he felt the way he normally felt, only more so. More disjointed. He frowned, but found himself unable to do so due to a lip that was much stiffer than he remembered, and tried to decide what it was that he was doing, chin down on the ground. Lifting his head groggily, he found it perched upon a quite flexible and strong neck, quite unlike the regular human type he normally had.

A-ha! Of course! Another one of Ric's stupid ideas. It was coming back to him, as difficult as he was finding it to focus at the moment. Thoughts of moths and fireflies were dancing along the edge of his consciousness, and he really wished they wouldn't be as they were a bit distracting.

With a much more lucid state of mind, he took stock of his situation. First of all, apparently whatever random information Ric had gathered about How To Become an Animagus (or was it Waking the Animagus Inside You?) had worked, and quite well. Secondly, he appeared now to be a serpent (snake was so ordinary), and quite fittingly indeed. Thirdly, Ric was nowhere to be seen.

Not a loss. Being free of the reckless Gryffindor idiot for at least a few minutes was like a breath of fresh air. (Oh, but wasn't it him who wanted to try this and wasn't it you who agreed to give it a go?) Lazar would have frowned again, except for that stiff serpent lip, and shushed that distracting part of his consciousness that was focusing on things he really didn't have the time to focus on.

Putting his head to the ground, he decided to attempt this slithering thing that serpents did, and attempt it as elegantly as possible. His body felt strange, long and loose and yet taut with muscles. There was also this strange tingling sensation in his neck, or near where his neck would meet his shoulders if he had any. He ignored it and pushed ahead on the ground, only to notice something slithering along beside him.

He paused, surprised. Another serpent? He hadn't noticed anything when looking around, but he supposed he was preoccupied with trying to make sense of his newly serpentine vision. Turning his head, he found himself looking at the head of another serpent, or maybe snake would be the proper term here, for it was nowhere near as elegant looking as he imagined himself to look. No, indeed, the poor beast had the blankish stare of a... well, beast, and a not-too-smart one at that. It flicked its tongue out (did he smell fresh grass? And maybe something furry?) and stared at him dumbly.

Ric no doubt. Oh yes, it would have to be him. He was attempting the change as well, after all, and of course fates would try to correct the poor boy's being sorted into that damned house by giving him a much more sophisticated form as an Animagus. Alas, it seemed fate also had a sense of humour, for the form it gave him, while an improvement, seemed just as vapid and dull as his regular human form.

Ah well, magic couldn't work miracles all the time, after all, and there was no way it could add brains and the ability to use them to someone who didn't have it already. Sighing inwardly, Lazar eyed the poor beast pitifully. Let Ric enjoy his time as a snake, it would no doubt be an improvement on his regular state.

Lazar wondered if he could see him as clearly as he saw him (oh his thoughts were getting a bit muddled). He was extremely interested to discover whether his serpent form was as dashing and handsome as his human form. Oh, it must be, there was no way about it. As if reading his mind, the snake seemed to focus on him, tilting its head and eyeing him closely. Lazar thought he must be quite striking a serpent to garner such an interested reaction. Indeed, if he thought about it hard enough, why, he could almost see himself!

Elegant grass green scales, with a black diamond pattern bordered with white. Such elegant horn-like protrusions at his brows, and at the back of his head. Oh, he was a glorious serpent indeed!

If, of course, that was what he looked like. Strangely, he had the sensation that he was indeed seeing himself, with his own eyes, only not those that he was looking out through. After all, he was looking with his own two eyes at the snake next to him, which was looking with its eyes at a mouse that had come crawling through the grass behind his head, a mouse he couldn't see at all yet could describe as a brownish-gray, with dark eyes and long whiskers that trembled as it sniffed and caught the scent of a serpent - a snake - both? He could see it without seeing it, and yet, he was seeing it, as clearly as if he'd turned around and looked at it, but it was the other snake that was focusing on it, dull blankish eyes watching it scuttle off into the grass again...

He felt the tingling at his neck again, but rather than ignoring it he focused on it. The sensation grew, he felt it no longer as a tingling, but as a twitching of muscles, a twisting and turning of them as the other head turned to follow a moth in flight (oh couldn't it focus for just a minute?) and he looked back, along the length of his body, and saw where his own neck joined his serpentine torso, and where another neck grew out of it at the same junction. Two distinct yet connected halves, one with the full power of his mind and attention, the other blank eyed and nonsense filled, with a short attention span to boot.

His mind balked, hiccuped, screeched to a halt and demanded an explanation!

A travesty! A travesty is what it was! A travesty and an outrage, that such a fine specimen as himself would be turned into a circus side-show freak, a creature fit for scaring children and swindling commoners out of their pocket money. Oh, this would not stand, he would not allow himself to live with such a disgraceful Animagus form. There had to be some way to fix this, there had to be some magic that could be done to cement his form as a glorious serpent, and not this freakshow.

There had to be a reason why his second head was gleefully chewing on his main head.

OH BY MERLIN'S BEARD! He hissed and struck out at that ridiculous second head, feeling the sting of it as if he had himself, which he had. Oh, his mind could not take this, he could not stand such a shameful form. He would turn back into a human and he would find that stupid Gryffindor and he will make him rue the day he thought up such an idiotic plan.

He turned away from the lesser head, disgusted, and attempted to focus on reversing the change and returning to being a human (a much more dignified form, at least until he fixed this serpent disaster). A shudder in the ground broke his concentration, however. He stiffened, two tongues flicking out as he searched for the source of the disturbance. He smelled crushed grass, disturbed earth, the fading traces of the mouse and something musky.

Tail twitching, he curled up on himself, his lesser head curving around his main heads neck as he pulled in on himself defensively. A large shape stalked out from the shadows in front of him, towering over his form. His tongues flickered fitfully, and he hissed a warning as he coiled his neck back to strike. The large shape stopped in front of him, and lowered its head towards him. He hissed again, main mouth opening to drop down deadly fangs, and looked up into the face of a lion.



Lazar
16-17 * Male
~Conniving~Arrogant~Attractive~Snarky~Clumsy~~Absent-Minded Daydreamer~

Pet Treasure


Zodiac Snake Spirit

Serpent Skin

Skeletal Serpent

Magic Wand

Emerald Academy Sweater

Emerald Academy Scarf

Pet Friends