Chapter CCLXXIV: A Transformation Most Know ~Travallian

Travallian gave a soft grin as he saw Bulaklak enter the inn, but he completely gaped when he saw a yellow Yoshi get rushed inside. A winged Yoshi? Here? The shape shifter’s jaw dropped to see such a sight. He wanted to know where he came from and what exactly made him be in this wounded state. Getting up off his seat, he began to head for the yellow reptilian’s room, but stopped to turn to look at Bulaklak.

“Wait here in the lobby and make yourself comfortable,” he said to her with his eyes shifting towards a few seats near some book and a small bowl of wrapped taffy set on a table in the corner. “I want to see this for myself. I will talk to you soon after I know about this creature.”

He then turned to look at the innkeeper. “Do you mind if I see this anthro for myself?”

“Why, of course, sir!” The innkeeper said with a hardy smile. “Just don’t be rough with the thing. The doctor said he needs rest.”

“Oh, don’t you worry,” he smirked in reply, slowly disappearing into the room. “I just need to check this out. I won’t bring harm.”

Once he entered to room, he closed the door, stepping away from the door, and slowly took out his emerald dagger, still in its sheath. He looked down at it and faintly said a few chanting words and the largest jewel on the sheath of the dagger began to glow. A swirl of dark smoke came from the emerald and slowly surrounded Travallian, but he was careful and made sure that none of the smoke seeped out the door. His skin began to change into a blue color, his height increased, and then the haze engulfed him completely so he could not be seen transforming. Within mere seconds, the smoke cleared and the room became quite clear. Travallian was no longer in his human form.

He appeared to now be a blue anthromorphic Yoshi himself, but his wings were massive and like that of a dragon’s. Not only were his wings seemingly oversized, but his tail had an abnormal length. It was very long and dragged on the floor. His cloak was in an emerald shade and his silk cape was the color of steal blue. He held a sword in his hand that was, remarkably, made completely of emerald except for its handle.

Casually, he held the sword high the slowly lowering it behind him, putting it into a sheath that was belted around him which was just next to his orange long hair, which was tied behind his back with a black ribbon. You would wonder how he ever managed to sheathe his sword without giving himself an accidental haircut.

Seemingly taking his sweet time, Travallian, or Keshi rather, walked over slowly to the wounded Yoshi’s bed and knelt down on one knee. He examined him carefully and found himself letting off a faint, yet sudden, laugh.

“That collision with him and the wall really knocked the wind out of him!” he whispered to himself and laughed through his teeth at the same time. “Such a pitiful thing…not sure if I should help the kid.”

Smirking faintly, he decided to give some relief to the wounded Yoshi who slept soundly on the bed. He slowly reached to put his hand just above the slumbering Yoshi’s forehead. His hand began to glow in a faint white aura. A weak extension of Holy energy was being used since using too much would burn his hand; a disadvantage for being a vampire, but at least he was getting better at using Holy spells. In a few seconds, the Yoshi began to glow faintly. Then the glow disappeared, wounds and pain almost completely disappearing, too. He was still sleeping and he seemed to even breathe more clearly. With a faint smirk, Keshi stood up and stepped back from the bed, crossing his arms together.

I will let him wake up on his own, he thought, I do not want to startle him.

A curious knock came to the door following the voice of the innkeeper.

“Is anything wrong there, sir?” he asked through the door.

“Nothing at all,” Keshi grit his fangs in reply, imitating his human form’s voice. “This little guy seems to be getting better already!”

“Ah! That is good to here,” the innkeeper sounded relieved and his footsteps were heard leaving the door.

Oh God…that was too close. I didn’t lock the door, so my cover would have been blown if it weren’t for that mortal’s gullibility. I can’t transform fast enough for him to not notice in this form since I just transformed minutes ago.

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Outside the yellow Yoshi’s room, the old man was talking to the poor looking boy at the tavern area of the Blood Rose. The teen girl was in a corner, reading a book, but the other two seemed to be engaged in an ongoing conversation while the two drank. The boy barely touched his mug of soda while the old man took momentary swigs of his ale. More people seemed to listen in and join the conversation.

“I am certain that there were more wolves out in the forest!” the boy exclaimed. “Wolves live in packs. Sir Jeremy must have gotten rid of them as well. If he didn’t, more wolves would be terrorizing the streets by now!”

“You could be onto something, boy,” the elder hummed as he took another taste of his alcoholic drink.

“This boy, Jeremy, must be a travelling hero!” a bearded man exclaimed, grinning.

“I have never heard of a Jeremy in any royal family around this continent,” an old lady said in a hoarse, testy voice. She was sitting at a table that had a burned out candle set on it. She was hunched down with back arched forward as she sat.

“He must have travelled far!” The boy threw his hands up and stood from his stool. “That has got to be it!”

“The boy has a point there,” the barkeeper said as he was cleaning a mug with a rather filthy piece of cloth. “You have been living around this area all yer life, ma’am. Hard to tell where these regal folk come from anymore.”

“Heh,” the aged old woman shook her head a little, glancing at Bulaklak wearily then looking back at the others. “Fine. I will trust you on that.”

“There…that’s the spirit,” the old man said, beginning to sound quite drunk as he finished off his third mug of ale. “Don’t lose hope on an opportunity to actually have a fighter in these parts! We have been having so many disasters here. We need a break.”

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While all that ruckus was taking place outside the room, leaning on the wall, the blue Yoshi with the long, whipping tail leaned on the wall. He thought to himself. He was wondering if this yellow Yoshi knew anyone of his friends: other Yoshies or Koopas who he had come across and considered them as allies.

“Why…why do I ever care?” Keshi asked himself out loud, letting off a faint sigh. “Why now…?”