George
And eagle and a hellhound, among five other shifts? Well, George had known that Deimos was impressive, so he shouldn't be surprised, and yet he found himself raising his brows anyway. What must it be like, to be able to shift into another creature's form, to see the world through another animal's eyes? He wondered if it was possible to shift into combinations of creatures, into a chimera of sorts, but before he could ask, the conversation turned back to him.
It wasn't that George was ungrateful for the gods' blessings, but it just seemed like he could get so much more accomplished with a shift or with magic. What was he supposed to do with the gods? Call them down to help him steal things? Not that they couldn't, but it seemed like a strange thing to summon them for. Magical items, at least, held more promise, though he'd yet to own any himself. "Not yet," he said. "I haven't worked with any of them as of yet. Do you follow any?"
It wasn't that George was ungrateful for the gods' blessings, but it just seemed like he could get so much more accomplished with a shift or with magic. What was he supposed to do with the gods? Call them down to help him steal things? Not that they couldn't, but it seemed like a strange thing to summon them for. Magical items, at least, held more promise, though he'd yet to own any himself. "Not yet," he said. "I haven't worked with any of them as of yet. Do you follow any?"
