"I was abandoned at birth," Lucas said bluntly. "My mother cursed me." He sat back on his haunches, munching on a piece of torso. "Never had much, didn't need much. Now that I have it...I guess it's OK? I don't have to constantly check traps for food, at any rate."
Lucas looked over at him, swallowing his mouthful. He sat silently for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure," he agreed. He stood, stripping off his bloody shirt and pants, putting them aside to reclaim later. And then he started to change. He began to shrink, his fingernails lengthened, and his teeth grew longer and sharper. Wings sprouted from his back, and black fur began appearing all over his body. His feet became hooves, his hands, paws, and a tail whipped through the air that hadn't been there a moment before.
Lucas pushed off the deck and into the sky, doing laps around the Lagoon to stretch his wings. A shriek left his lips, and he flipped in the air, rose, then dove for the deck again. A few moments later, the human shape had reformed, and Lucas did a full body stretch. He really needed to go flying again, and soon.