Morph

I should mention that my transformations are not like Vincent's.

It hurts when I change. A lot. A whole hell of a lot. But that's to be expected when your bones and organs start rearranging themselves in ways they were never really intended to. And I know Vincent's transformations hurt just as much, or more. But that's about where the similarities stop.

For example, I think the pain is worth it to be able to fly or to run with a pack of wolves. I think I'm more comfortable now on four feet than I am on two. Vincent, however, would prefer to stay human (relatively) most or all of the time. I don't know whether or not his demons came with names- I'm inclined to think that they did, for reasons I'll go into in a bit- but my animals did not. They have their own personalities, and it's odd to constantly feel the spirits of predators surging through my soul, but their names came later with the exception of Tiamat. She's also the only one of mine to have more conventional intelligence, which might explain why she had her own name and is what leads me to think that Chaos and the rest had names of their own.

The first one named was my firecat form, Silence. In all the years Silence lived with Nanaki, he never once spoke, and so Nanaki named him Silence. Of course, the real reason he never spoke was that I was reluctant to let Red know it was me. I've still got no idea why my firecat is male and the others aren't. Vincent's form are all male, so it would make sense for mine to all be female. But Silence isn't. Which is a good thing, really, because Red was desperate enough to find a female of his own kind that the situation could have gotten incredibly awkward.

My panther was second. She was Rage. I found this form was the one I tended to when I was angry, even if I was concentrating on another. Vincent has mentioned that this is similar to what Chaos does to him.

The very last to be named was my wolf. She is the form I spend the most time in next to my human one, my favorite, and I was my wolf for many years after the end of AVALANCHE. Black-furred, gray-eyed, gypsy savior and the sister of the forest spirit, the lost Kesali, my wolf is Night.

I had gotten very comfortable with all my forms and had a knack for transforming without even needing to be pushed to the limit with the exception of Tiamat. I was comfortable with them years and years before the fall of AVALANCHE. I had gotten comfortable during a very important period of my life.

The day I returned to Wutai.