Post by Wepon on Jan 2, 2013 4:25:11 GMT -5
Andalite was absolutely terrified... and a frightened alien was a dangerous alien. In the autumn shades, the blue creature stuck out like a sore thumb; still, he kept to the tall grasses, trees, and rocks. In a way the place he had ended up in was very familiar, and in a way it could not be more alien. His bladed tail was moving dangerously side to side, his green stalk-eyes rotating quickly. Sneaking up on a creature with four eyes, two of which could move independently in any direction, was quite a task. His deer-like body shook, but his hooves were planted and he moved slowly and cautiously. Why? Was he looking for something? His small pointed hooves stopped on the ground for a few seconds with each step, both his hearts pounding wildly. How he had arrived was uncertain. He had not crash-landed, certainly; in fact nothing strange was evident, save this strange creature.
Tyliot. No matter how often he'd traveled to distant planets for odd jobs, Parasite had never quite gotten used to the cold. Even growing up in Ithke in the horrible cold hadn't gotten him used to it. He hated it. Back on Blacreus, civilians had their feathers clipped to discourage flight for societal reasons. But on Earth, it was just as bad. It did not matter if he'd been graced with keeping his multicolored primaries, the bone-numbing cold still refused to let him fly, muscles cramped up. Landlocked and freezing, the Foodlyfitz glanced around the area, fur and feathers alike fluffed up. He drew his standard issue uniform around his muscled form, probosci sending white puffs of exhaled breaths up into the air. Legs continued to carry him across the diminishing snow of winter, before acute green eyes caught the sight of something foreign. Bright, and blue, just like his own fur. The fur along his spine bristled, sending the male's senses on high alert as he crouched down on the cold ground. A paw reached to unsheathe his dagger, and carefully, did Parasite draw forwards, head raising to glare at the newcomer. What was this?
Dakota H. Jackson. After the hectic events of the past two weeks, Dakota had found herself on Earth once more, with one more person nonetheless, but still, she was around some sort of sense of familiarity. The girl was on her way home from school that afternoon, grateful winter had finally settled in, so that she could wear hoodies and long pants without questioning. The marks on her face had only become all the more bolder with the presence of her carry-on item, and even makeup wasn't enough to hide the slight biolumescent glow of her cheeks during the night. She huffed at the thought, readjusting her backpack on her shoulder as she strode down the sidewalk. Her gray hood had been pulled up high, shielding her face from view, like her gear did, but there would be no more gear anymore, would there? The heliomancer pushed the thought away as easily as she might push anything else away with her mind, though it wasn't as if she needed a distraction. The sound of feet on leaves drew her attention towards the forested area on her left, though she couldn't name the reason why. It's a damn animal, Dakota, she told herself, but she found herself searching the underbrush anyway, stopping entirely to look. They had told her to cut the superhero act, she tried to convince herself, but her eyes were locked.
Andalite's eyes caught the winged alien almost at the same moment as it spotted him -- at once, his posture changed, with a leap. There was an almost military nature to that leap despite its clumsiness. In the same movement his powerful tail arced high and quivered in place. Its blade was curved and scythelike, though not quite so big as a scythe, it looked just as sharp. A voice, maybe not quite a voice of sound, was broadcast to the immediate area -- essentially Dakota and Tyliot. For one experiencing it for the first time, the sensation of 'hearing' a voice in their head was jarring, if not disturbing. <Halt! If you come closer, I -- I will be forced to stop you! What are you?> His main eyes were on Tyliot, his stalk eyes still roaming even more quickly -- though he had not yet seen Dakota, only heard maybe a rustle. The 'voice' was young in nature, but with pride even while afraid. The creature himself was no taller than a human teenager.
Tyliot's ears shot straight up, eliciting a hideous clatter from his vocals, muffled by his proboscis as he stumbled back. Wings had flared out instinctively, sending his nerves on fire at this thing in front of him. Eyes quickly scanned his features. Centaur-like in apperance, multiple eyes, blue fur, scythe-like appendage on what he thought was a tail. No. He'd never come into contact with such a species. Not yet, after all. The Blacreuian goverment had no quarrels with this species, and so the bounty hunter had strayed from further agitating unknown factions. He jerked, the sound of another's voice in his head sending his spine shivering. Drawing his dagger warily, but not daring to raise it against his assailant, voice came out, hollow against his probosci but still audible. Parasite half wanted to retaliate with a witty comment at this... thing's boldness, but the Foodlyfitz knew better than to try something stupid. "I am Parasite." At least, that was all he was required to tell him. Code names were key to staying anonymous in the field. "I'm a Foodlyfitz, from the Blacreuian government. State your species and name."
Andalite was... confused, to say the least. And here he'd thought his own homeworld knowledgable -- he had never heard of this thing! He almost thought he ought to have; but then, all blue creatures carried an air of familiarity. But at Parasite's pronunciation of his name, the bladed thick tail swished dangerously, and all four eyes darted to focus on the Foodlyfitz, front eyes narrowing. His 'voice' grew louder. <I am Aximili Esgarrouth Isthill, an Andalite Aristh in the command of the absent Prince Jake.> He stepped forward. <And I must ask what you mean by 'parasite'.>
Tyliot tightened his grip on his dagger, and had he possessed them, lips would've curled into a scowl. But instead, his posture simply stiffened, and the male struggled to keep himself under control. He was reckless as they came, but he also preferred to keep that head of his on his shoulders. Eyes narrowed, not keen on sharing such private details with this 'Axmili'. But nonetheless, he informed him of his name. "Standard issue codename. I believe it is this planet's variant of what we call those who leech off a host." He nodded gravely. "I am not at hand to press details about who I am."
Andalite was not calmed -- quite the opposite. He backed several steps very quickly, thinking hard, tail never lowering. The Andalite was rather fast on his hooves, able to change direction quickly -- he tried to circle the winged alien. <Then you are a Controller -- a Yeerk, a slug! How far have your lot spread, to have forgotten even the race of Andalite?> He may have come off as shouting nonsense. But he was both furious and horrified -- this much was clear. It was also increasingly clear from his behaviour, whether in his slightly clumsy movement or his 'voice', or the way he adopted and dropped military demeanor, that this Andalite was not, could not be, an adult -- was likely no more than an adolescent.
Tyliot was clearly confused, ears pinning against his head. Wings sprung, ready to lift his form off the ground, no matter how stupendously he'd fail at doing so due to the cold. He tried to keep his posture up, rigid and ready to pounce, with his sole weapon still firmly gripped in his hand. The Foodlyfitz did not move his head to follow the other. "I do not recall what a Yeerk is, Andalite." He stated, face stony despite having no mouth to communicate this. "I am merely required to keep up a false name in place of the one given when I was born."
Andalite glared. He was having trouble believing such a thing! But then... But then... It was the Andalite's ears that gave before his stance or, certainly, his tail. The fluffy, pointed blue ears drooped rather pathetically as he realized he didn't have a hoof to stand on. For he did not know even where he was, or when, for that matter. Finally he came to stand still, and at last his tail lost its powerful tension, behaving less like a scorpion's. <Where am I? You have not seen others like me here... have you?> He dropped, at least for the moment, the pride and assumption that he knew what was going on. But the way he asked; it was as though his heart would surely break if no other Andalites were here.
Tyliot breathed twin sighs of relief when the other backed down, grateful that he'd dropped the subject. Parasitic mannerisms were not at all present in his species, unless you counted their probosci, which certainly looked parasitic enough. But, their function was merely to intake food, if not inefficiently. The Andalite's words hit home, quite literally, and Parasite's head followed his, eyes meeting the ground before he reached a leg up to sheath his dagger. "Earth, I think." He stated, huffing. "No, sir. I've been stuck here for a little over two Earth solar cycles. I've been moving around. This is my third time relocating." One should've noticed how he spoke. Once choppy English was since perfected from years of mingling with humans and anthros alike on this planet. He could almost remember when the damned Arkians had called in him to exterminate the rebels in Archwood. Then had came the fall of the small town, sending him on the run to the City, before once again, it'd fallen just like the last. After straggling behind a group of survivors, he'd found himself in Shades Run, some backwater town smack dab in the mountains of Colorado. "I have yet to recieve transmission from my employers. What brought you here?"
Andalite fairly groaned. Aximili seemed incapable of making actual vocalizations; he probably had nothing in the way of vocal cords, after all. However he did convey the general idea through his thought-speech; having been exposed to it for a bit, Parasite would be able to identify moments where this thoughtspeak used universal symbols or emotions, and others where specific words were used. <This looks like Earth, but not as I know it... There is none of this white frozen particulate, nor nonhumans in wide recognition... I... I have made a terrible mistake.> His ears drooped yet more, his main eyes closing briefly. <I have come here in an attempt to right wrongs of my past...>
Tyliot folded his wings over himself, snorting in response. "You said it..." He groaned, not at all used to the cold. Or, more or less, not quite fond of it in the slightest. He'd never been a fan, especially not now, when he had been stuck on a strange planet. Oh how he longed for the humid forests of the training grounds of Blacreus. He'd gotten rusty since he was practically out of commission as long as he was stuck on this planet. "It gets like this once a year." He huffed, a bare paw poking a the frigid ground experimentally. Eyes however, did a good job of narrowing in confusion when he spoke of 'non-humans'. "Are you sure? I've only ever seen different creatures here. There is a multitude of strange creatures here, sir." Parasite regarded, tossing his large head in the direction of the street, as if trying to pick out individual figures. "Humans, strange humanoids sharing features with local fauna, mechanical constructs, alien-lifeforms..." He turned back to face Aximili. "There's a lot to be held in regard here."
Andalite inclined his head slightly, stalk eyes doing a rather odd gesture in which one pointed skyward while the other pointed to Parasite. <Fairly sure... Well, there were a number of apparently non-sapient fauna, some of which I have seen here. And the humans unknowingly were host to Yeerk, Hork-Bajir and Taxxons, with a small presence of Chee androids... any of those here?> Any connection? Any at all? He fairly begged, though he as well, with his delicate limbs, was starting to be affected by the cold.
Tyliot tried not to stare, though he would've been lying had she said that his eyes didn't once meet the other's extra pair, poised at the top of his head. Shaking himself roughly when the Andalite spoke, his face quickly read confusion. Carefully, did Parasite try to place faces to the names. Anything, if to spare his pride. But, in the end, he was frankly, lost as lost could be, and simply shook his head gravely. "I'm sorry, but I don't know any individuals that hail from those species. If it makes you feel any better, I've yet to find one of my own." Quite the contraire. Such a shared fact could only mean that the same fate would befall the other eventually.
Andalite by this point looked fairly ready to cry. But crying was not a habit of his species, if they were capable of it. His seven-fingered hands clenched tightly. <I'm sorry. It's not so bad, being the only one of your kind on Earth.> This was a lie. If he had not felt all-alone, helpless, strapped onto a shuttle towards the sun, as it were... Aximili would certainly never have made the mistake which led him here.
Tyliot would've frowned, had he been able, his pity communicated in the way his ears drooped and his wings seemed to shuffle almost sympathetically. But Foodlyfitz were not a sympathetic lot, believing firmly in the laws of 'eat or be eaten'. But even so, it took years alone as the only one of your kind in the general vicinity of a whole planet to put a damper on things. And so, Parasite could only hold the smallest bit of sympathy for the alien before him, in the same position as he, even if he was better at hiding his outlook on it. "I apologize for what you must be feeling right now, Andalite." The male dipped his head to Aximili. "I can relate."
Andalite shook his head. An entirely human gesture, to be sure. <I am without my Prince... at least you say there are humans here. Perhaps I will find him yet, and right my mistake.> His thin little legs felt fairly frozen now; he stepped back, with as much dignity as he could muster, and then paused. <It is very cold on this Earth... I do not have a Scoop here. I am going to change now. Do not be alarmed, please.> His tone was much more even, much less emotional. Just what he meant was confusing -- until changes began. His arms, already rather thin and weak compared to most humanoid males' arms, began to wither and shrink. A gash seemed to appear across his face, opening up like a cut without blood. His tail withered much like his arms, the blade shrinking into nothingness; his stalk-eyes shrunk into his head, his main eyes yellowing, the many tiny pupils like scattered stars merging into one. His blue fur grew shaggier and seemed to lose its colour -- and the less said about the changes going on with his hooves, the better. The process looked horriffic, sounded horrific. Grinding of bone, squishing of tissue as his digestive system was revamped and one heart ceased to beat and disappeared. He ought to have been screaming in agony! The humanoid torso emerging from his body warped awfully till it was only neck, with a sort of grizzled, thickened fur -- the gash on his face was now well on its way to a muzzle. Aximili was becoming a wolf.
Tyliot listened intently to his words, continuing to nod in response, if not to look engrossed in his words. But, all complacency was lost when the other urged him to remain calm. Eyes grew wide as his body began to shift and twist. And the noises- oh the noises. Parasite had never wished to have advanced hearing, until now, when the sound of one's entire form being reshaped and reformed echoed in his ears. He'd heard of races being able to shift their form, but had never paid too close attention before now, when it was occurring right in front of him. Respectfully, did Parasite look away, though it was more for his sake than anything. Eyes shut, awaiting for the process to be done and over with lest his stomach contents follow it's conclusion.
Andalite could well have performed the shapeshifting process in rather a different way than others -- where others might acheive these feats through natural and graceful inborne abilities or through some sort of magic, the Andalite's morphing ability was a technological advance and not a feature of his race. So where others might disappear and reappear or make a smooth transition, the changes Aximili made were ugly and freakish. At the end, he came out a perfectly ordinary (and actually female if one were getting technical) wolf. His thoughtspeak, oddly, remained exactly the same. <You hardly react to morphing technology... if you are a controller, the Yeerks here have very poor memories.> He said it as a joke, and a poor one at that.
Tyliot only moved his head once the other had spoken, turning to see a quadrupedal creature in the Andalite's place. He blinked, nearly confused. Strange, how one could shift their entire form, just like that. He himself was not sure if he would want to endure such a shift, preferring his own body above others. "Yeah, 'hardly reacted'." Parasite muttered, reaching up to scratch his cheek. "So, forgive me for asking, but how did you get here?"
Tyliot. No matter how often he'd traveled to distant planets for odd jobs, Parasite had never quite gotten used to the cold. Even growing up in Ithke in the horrible cold hadn't gotten him used to it. He hated it. Back on Blacreus, civilians had their feathers clipped to discourage flight for societal reasons. But on Earth, it was just as bad. It did not matter if he'd been graced with keeping his multicolored primaries, the bone-numbing cold still refused to let him fly, muscles cramped up. Landlocked and freezing, the Foodlyfitz glanced around the area, fur and feathers alike fluffed up. He drew his standard issue uniform around his muscled form, probosci sending white puffs of exhaled breaths up into the air. Legs continued to carry him across the diminishing snow of winter, before acute green eyes caught the sight of something foreign. Bright, and blue, just like his own fur. The fur along his spine bristled, sending the male's senses on high alert as he crouched down on the cold ground. A paw reached to unsheathe his dagger, and carefully, did Parasite draw forwards, head raising to glare at the newcomer. What was this?
Dakota H. Jackson. After the hectic events of the past two weeks, Dakota had found herself on Earth once more, with one more person nonetheless, but still, she was around some sort of sense of familiarity. The girl was on her way home from school that afternoon, grateful winter had finally settled in, so that she could wear hoodies and long pants without questioning. The marks on her face had only become all the more bolder with the presence of her carry-on item, and even makeup wasn't enough to hide the slight biolumescent glow of her cheeks during the night. She huffed at the thought, readjusting her backpack on her shoulder as she strode down the sidewalk. Her gray hood had been pulled up high, shielding her face from view, like her gear did, but there would be no more gear anymore, would there? The heliomancer pushed the thought away as easily as she might push anything else away with her mind, though it wasn't as if she needed a distraction. The sound of feet on leaves drew her attention towards the forested area on her left, though she couldn't name the reason why. It's a damn animal, Dakota, she told herself, but she found herself searching the underbrush anyway, stopping entirely to look. They had told her to cut the superhero act, she tried to convince herself, but her eyes were locked.
Andalite's eyes caught the winged alien almost at the same moment as it spotted him -- at once, his posture changed, with a leap. There was an almost military nature to that leap despite its clumsiness. In the same movement his powerful tail arced high and quivered in place. Its blade was curved and scythelike, though not quite so big as a scythe, it looked just as sharp. A voice, maybe not quite a voice of sound, was broadcast to the immediate area -- essentially Dakota and Tyliot. For one experiencing it for the first time, the sensation of 'hearing' a voice in their head was jarring, if not disturbing. <Halt! If you come closer, I -- I will be forced to stop you! What are you?> His main eyes were on Tyliot, his stalk eyes still roaming even more quickly -- though he had not yet seen Dakota, only heard maybe a rustle. The 'voice' was young in nature, but with pride even while afraid. The creature himself was no taller than a human teenager.
Tyliot's ears shot straight up, eliciting a hideous clatter from his vocals, muffled by his proboscis as he stumbled back. Wings had flared out instinctively, sending his nerves on fire at this thing in front of him. Eyes quickly scanned his features. Centaur-like in apperance, multiple eyes, blue fur, scythe-like appendage on what he thought was a tail. No. He'd never come into contact with such a species. Not yet, after all. The Blacreuian goverment had no quarrels with this species, and so the bounty hunter had strayed from further agitating unknown factions. He jerked, the sound of another's voice in his head sending his spine shivering. Drawing his dagger warily, but not daring to raise it against his assailant, voice came out, hollow against his probosci but still audible. Parasite half wanted to retaliate with a witty comment at this... thing's boldness, but the Foodlyfitz knew better than to try something stupid. "I am Parasite." At least, that was all he was required to tell him. Code names were key to staying anonymous in the field. "I'm a Foodlyfitz, from the Blacreuian government. State your species and name."
Andalite was... confused, to say the least. And here he'd thought his own homeworld knowledgable -- he had never heard of this thing! He almost thought he ought to have; but then, all blue creatures carried an air of familiarity. But at Parasite's pronunciation of his name, the bladed thick tail swished dangerously, and all four eyes darted to focus on the Foodlyfitz, front eyes narrowing. His 'voice' grew louder. <I am Aximili Esgarrouth Isthill, an Andalite Aristh in the command of the absent Prince Jake.> He stepped forward. <And I must ask what you mean by 'parasite'.>
Tyliot tightened his grip on his dagger, and had he possessed them, lips would've curled into a scowl. But instead, his posture simply stiffened, and the male struggled to keep himself under control. He was reckless as they came, but he also preferred to keep that head of his on his shoulders. Eyes narrowed, not keen on sharing such private details with this 'Axmili'. But nonetheless, he informed him of his name. "Standard issue codename. I believe it is this planet's variant of what we call those who leech off a host." He nodded gravely. "I am not at hand to press details about who I am."
Andalite was not calmed -- quite the opposite. He backed several steps very quickly, thinking hard, tail never lowering. The Andalite was rather fast on his hooves, able to change direction quickly -- he tried to circle the winged alien. <Then you are a Controller -- a Yeerk, a slug! How far have your lot spread, to have forgotten even the race of Andalite?> He may have come off as shouting nonsense. But he was both furious and horrified -- this much was clear. It was also increasingly clear from his behaviour, whether in his slightly clumsy movement or his 'voice', or the way he adopted and dropped military demeanor, that this Andalite was not, could not be, an adult -- was likely no more than an adolescent.
Tyliot was clearly confused, ears pinning against his head. Wings sprung, ready to lift his form off the ground, no matter how stupendously he'd fail at doing so due to the cold. He tried to keep his posture up, rigid and ready to pounce, with his sole weapon still firmly gripped in his hand. The Foodlyfitz did not move his head to follow the other. "I do not recall what a Yeerk is, Andalite." He stated, face stony despite having no mouth to communicate this. "I am merely required to keep up a false name in place of the one given when I was born."
Andalite glared. He was having trouble believing such a thing! But then... But then... It was the Andalite's ears that gave before his stance or, certainly, his tail. The fluffy, pointed blue ears drooped rather pathetically as he realized he didn't have a hoof to stand on. For he did not know even where he was, or when, for that matter. Finally he came to stand still, and at last his tail lost its powerful tension, behaving less like a scorpion's. <Where am I? You have not seen others like me here... have you?> He dropped, at least for the moment, the pride and assumption that he knew what was going on. But the way he asked; it was as though his heart would surely break if no other Andalites were here.
Tyliot breathed twin sighs of relief when the other backed down, grateful that he'd dropped the subject. Parasitic mannerisms were not at all present in his species, unless you counted their probosci, which certainly looked parasitic enough. But, their function was merely to intake food, if not inefficiently. The Andalite's words hit home, quite literally, and Parasite's head followed his, eyes meeting the ground before he reached a leg up to sheath his dagger. "Earth, I think." He stated, huffing. "No, sir. I've been stuck here for a little over two Earth solar cycles. I've been moving around. This is my third time relocating." One should've noticed how he spoke. Once choppy English was since perfected from years of mingling with humans and anthros alike on this planet. He could almost remember when the damned Arkians had called in him to exterminate the rebels in Archwood. Then had came the fall of the small town, sending him on the run to the City, before once again, it'd fallen just like the last. After straggling behind a group of survivors, he'd found himself in Shades Run, some backwater town smack dab in the mountains of Colorado. "I have yet to recieve transmission from my employers. What brought you here?"
Andalite fairly groaned. Aximili seemed incapable of making actual vocalizations; he probably had nothing in the way of vocal cords, after all. However he did convey the general idea through his thought-speech; having been exposed to it for a bit, Parasite would be able to identify moments where this thoughtspeak used universal symbols or emotions, and others where specific words were used. <This looks like Earth, but not as I know it... There is none of this white frozen particulate, nor nonhumans in wide recognition... I... I have made a terrible mistake.> His ears drooped yet more, his main eyes closing briefly. <I have come here in an attempt to right wrongs of my past...>
Tyliot folded his wings over himself, snorting in response. "You said it..." He groaned, not at all used to the cold. Or, more or less, not quite fond of it in the slightest. He'd never been a fan, especially not now, when he had been stuck on a strange planet. Oh how he longed for the humid forests of the training grounds of Blacreus. He'd gotten rusty since he was practically out of commission as long as he was stuck on this planet. "It gets like this once a year." He huffed, a bare paw poking a the frigid ground experimentally. Eyes however, did a good job of narrowing in confusion when he spoke of 'non-humans'. "Are you sure? I've only ever seen different creatures here. There is a multitude of strange creatures here, sir." Parasite regarded, tossing his large head in the direction of the street, as if trying to pick out individual figures. "Humans, strange humanoids sharing features with local fauna, mechanical constructs, alien-lifeforms..." He turned back to face Aximili. "There's a lot to be held in regard here."
Andalite inclined his head slightly, stalk eyes doing a rather odd gesture in which one pointed skyward while the other pointed to Parasite. <Fairly sure... Well, there were a number of apparently non-sapient fauna, some of which I have seen here. And the humans unknowingly were host to Yeerk, Hork-Bajir and Taxxons, with a small presence of Chee androids... any of those here?> Any connection? Any at all? He fairly begged, though he as well, with his delicate limbs, was starting to be affected by the cold.
Tyliot tried not to stare, though he would've been lying had she said that his eyes didn't once meet the other's extra pair, poised at the top of his head. Shaking himself roughly when the Andalite spoke, his face quickly read confusion. Carefully, did Parasite try to place faces to the names. Anything, if to spare his pride. But, in the end, he was frankly, lost as lost could be, and simply shook his head gravely. "I'm sorry, but I don't know any individuals that hail from those species. If it makes you feel any better, I've yet to find one of my own." Quite the contraire. Such a shared fact could only mean that the same fate would befall the other eventually.
Andalite by this point looked fairly ready to cry. But crying was not a habit of his species, if they were capable of it. His seven-fingered hands clenched tightly. <I'm sorry. It's not so bad, being the only one of your kind on Earth.> This was a lie. If he had not felt all-alone, helpless, strapped onto a shuttle towards the sun, as it were... Aximili would certainly never have made the mistake which led him here.
Tyliot would've frowned, had he been able, his pity communicated in the way his ears drooped and his wings seemed to shuffle almost sympathetically. But Foodlyfitz were not a sympathetic lot, believing firmly in the laws of 'eat or be eaten'. But even so, it took years alone as the only one of your kind in the general vicinity of a whole planet to put a damper on things. And so, Parasite could only hold the smallest bit of sympathy for the alien before him, in the same position as he, even if he was better at hiding his outlook on it. "I apologize for what you must be feeling right now, Andalite." The male dipped his head to Aximili. "I can relate."
Andalite shook his head. An entirely human gesture, to be sure. <I am without my Prince... at least you say there are humans here. Perhaps I will find him yet, and right my mistake.> His thin little legs felt fairly frozen now; he stepped back, with as much dignity as he could muster, and then paused. <It is very cold on this Earth... I do not have a Scoop here. I am going to change now. Do not be alarmed, please.> His tone was much more even, much less emotional. Just what he meant was confusing -- until changes began. His arms, already rather thin and weak compared to most humanoid males' arms, began to wither and shrink. A gash seemed to appear across his face, opening up like a cut without blood. His tail withered much like his arms, the blade shrinking into nothingness; his stalk-eyes shrunk into his head, his main eyes yellowing, the many tiny pupils like scattered stars merging into one. His blue fur grew shaggier and seemed to lose its colour -- and the less said about the changes going on with his hooves, the better. The process looked horriffic, sounded horrific. Grinding of bone, squishing of tissue as his digestive system was revamped and one heart ceased to beat and disappeared. He ought to have been screaming in agony! The humanoid torso emerging from his body warped awfully till it was only neck, with a sort of grizzled, thickened fur -- the gash on his face was now well on its way to a muzzle. Aximili was becoming a wolf.
Tyliot listened intently to his words, continuing to nod in response, if not to look engrossed in his words. But, all complacency was lost when the other urged him to remain calm. Eyes grew wide as his body began to shift and twist. And the noises- oh the noises. Parasite had never wished to have advanced hearing, until now, when the sound of one's entire form being reshaped and reformed echoed in his ears. He'd heard of races being able to shift their form, but had never paid too close attention before now, when it was occurring right in front of him. Respectfully, did Parasite look away, though it was more for his sake than anything. Eyes shut, awaiting for the process to be done and over with lest his stomach contents follow it's conclusion.
Andalite could well have performed the shapeshifting process in rather a different way than others -- where others might acheive these feats through natural and graceful inborne abilities or through some sort of magic, the Andalite's morphing ability was a technological advance and not a feature of his race. So where others might disappear and reappear or make a smooth transition, the changes Aximili made were ugly and freakish. At the end, he came out a perfectly ordinary (and actually female if one were getting technical) wolf. His thoughtspeak, oddly, remained exactly the same. <You hardly react to morphing technology... if you are a controller, the Yeerks here have very poor memories.> He said it as a joke, and a poor one at that.
Tyliot only moved his head once the other had spoken, turning to see a quadrupedal creature in the Andalite's place. He blinked, nearly confused. Strange, how one could shift their entire form, just like that. He himself was not sure if he would want to endure such a shift, preferring his own body above others. "Yeah, 'hardly reacted'." Parasite muttered, reaching up to scratch his cheek. "So, forgive me for asking, but how did you get here?"