oops, this is actually a signeu given his mindset in the memory oops
Signeu: first successful transformation into dog form Gained: Day 142, Jo the Ghost
[ "He started running - sprinting wildly and breathlessly towards the distant lake, picking up speed on the downhill slope.
His mind was filled with terrible thoughts and images, ones he couldn't block out – not ever again. They were driving him crazy with guilt and self-loathing and hatred towards his family and his blood.
He wished he could take his magic and burn them away. Burn away the taint of shadows and the Dark Arts. Burn away the impurity of his mother's and father's pureblood genes and all he inherited along with them.
Burn it all away and just stop thinking altogether.
There was a deep burning beginning in his stomach. At first Sirius thought it was his imagination, or an effect of his erratic running. But he had grown up with magic all his life and it wasn't long before he recognised the heat of raw power. It gathered from his core deep inside him and built in his belly, shifting and growing.
He smiled. This was it. He was burning. Burning it all away. His thoughts, his blood, his wickedness. Everything he was. It raced up from his stomach in rivers of fire that poured through his veins, filling him as it grew hotter and hotter. He ran faster and faster, careening down the hill as the fire filled him. This was it. What did they call it? Spontaneous combustion, wasn't it? When a person just caught fire and burned from the inside out. Blissful oblivion.
And then it exploded, filling him, expanding. He was knocked off his feet by the power of it, rolling head-over-heels down the hill, his eyes closed, his limbs jerking until he finally slowed to a stop on the banks of the lake.
He lay still for a long moment, huffing and snorting and trying to catch his breath. Was he still on fire? Why didn't it hurt?
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first successful transformation into dog form
Date: 2015-04-25 10:44 pm (UTC)Signeu: first successful transformation into dog form
Gained: Day 142, Jo the Ghost
[ "He started running - sprinting wildly and breathlessly towards the distant lake, picking up speed on the downhill slope.
His mind was filled with terrible thoughts and images, ones he couldn't block out – not ever again. They were driving him crazy with guilt and self-loathing and hatred towards his family and his blood.
He wished he could take his magic and burn them away. Burn away the taint of shadows and the Dark Arts. Burn away the impurity of his mother's and father's pureblood genes and all he inherited along with them.
Burn it all away and just stop thinking altogether.
There was a deep burning beginning in his stomach. At first Sirius thought it was his imagination, or an effect of his erratic running. But he had grown up with magic all his life and it wasn't long before he recognised the heat of raw power. It gathered from his core deep inside him and built in his belly, shifting and growing.
He smiled. This was it. He was burning. Burning it all away. His thoughts, his blood, his wickedness. Everything he was. It raced up from his stomach in rivers of fire that poured through his veins, filling him as it grew hotter and hotter. He ran faster and faster, careening down the hill as the fire filled him. This was it. What did they call it? Spontaneous combustion, wasn't it? When a person just caught fire and burned from the inside out. Blissful oblivion.
And then it exploded, filling him, expanding. He was knocked off his feet by the power of it, rolling head-over-heels down the hill, his eyes closed, his limbs jerking until he finally slowed to a stop on the banks of the lake.
He lay still for a long moment, huffing and snorting and trying to catch his breath. Was he still on fire? Why didn't it hurt?
Slowly, slowly, he opened his eyes.
The whole world had gone grey." ]
— from Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign
EFFECTS:
+500 hatred for his family
+1000 determination
+5000 batshit crazy tbh