InsaneJournal

Who: Jinn and open Nyx
Where: The ice skating rink
When: Wednesday night
What: Jinn transforms
Status: Complete
Warnings: Body horror, mentions of character death, dead bodies

There was nothing frightening about the skating rink at night. The bodies on the ice didn’t change that. Perhaps Jinn would’ve felt otherwise had there been more than two and a half - the latter a recent addition, brought in by a woman who had glared at and then ignored Jinn a couple of hours back. (She had come in with a metal leg and left empty-handed. Jinn had asked no questions. It wasn’t any of his business.) Jinn doubted it. He prided himself on few things these days, but his equanimity was a trait he had worked hard to preserve despite religious efforts to distort his being into a venal, corrupting influence and movie studio attempts to turn him into him a joke. He was trying to cling to it now, as something stirred beneath his skin. Being a creature of fire, he was used to some degree of metamorphosis. But not like this. This did not feel like his body was on fire but rather altering itself from within. Unnerved, he pressed his shoulders into the wall of the skating rink and closed his eyes, willing the sensation to pass. The scar from the werewolf’s claws itched fiercely. It should have no effect. It couldn’t. He was a jinn. He was a god, immutable as the desert from which he had been raised. He lost that battle. Bone cracked. Fur grew rapidly along his arms. The very structure of his face changed, teeth growing long and sharp, ears sharpening to pick up the hum of voices on the other side of the hotel. Within moments, Jinn was pawing at the ice with claws of his own, unrecognizable to himself. He peered down and saw, reflected in the foggy surface of the ice, a black wolf looking back.