Here's that sweet TFy goodness : p We had a really fun time brainstorming this to start, I had one a TF based contest, but I really didn't have that much TF based art. I was quickly finding that I rather liked  Cobalt_Raccoon and he had mentioned a watch dog style idea, having a clock face and all that, and I noticed I had never done any kind of merging. Of course, there was only two of us, and I'm a Persona fan, so and Orthrus seemed logical, It was a very natural, and enjoyable progression.

Hope everyone's liking it, it was a long time coming, and I dragged my paws like a doofus, but it's been sooooo much fun

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The feline let out a variety of gurgled murmurs, not really sounding like words. It was a common reflex, while he wasn't above cursing, he was still in a "Professional setting" and his filter would often let out such a labored gargled mess, in lieu of low brow remarks. Honestly here it was more silly than anything else, but habits were habits.

'"Come on now...." He murmured under his breath in a labored fashion as he tried not to be pulled in further. "I made... think... I can do... Something right?" He questioned only to himself, coming out in a stammered mess, starting to feel the stress. though at the rate things were going, he wouldn't have many more private asides. His mind was racing, trying to figure out some loophole. But really, the trap had been sprung, he didn't have the right skill set to deal with it, even if it was HIS trap.

He heard the raccoon yell out, "Eye Je Voltre Gabaro de Vesta," Rusty shouted right as a great numbness seem to spread over opposite legs. Despite the situation, the feline still raised an eyebrow. "What does that even-" He was about to question before feeling his leg meld into his companions. It didn't feel bad... per say... but it was still disconcerting. He was still trying to pull away by instinct, perhaps being able to unstick themselves before the curse had set, but it was for not.

The balancing was too hard at this point, in their struggling, the two clambered to the floor. His former leg felt. already gone, though he heard a bit of rustling that seemed oddly recognizable to him. He could feel a new leg in its place.... But it was both familiar and alien all at once. And the churning.. He could tell all this was happening inside and out, and it was a lot to take in! As his left paw began to lose mobility, he couldn't help but find a small bit of solace that this wasn't... agonizing, just extremely uncomfortable and disorienting. At least he wouldn't have unknowingly caused anyone to suffer, even a thief, that was... something?

Nah, it was just his mind grasping at a silver lining, this sucked.

What was becoming the former feline shut his eyes, trying to regain focus. I wasn't really morning his loss of paw for long, though all of his limbs were feeling a strange loss of dexterity. And that wasn't all he was feeling, flashes, flashes of Rusty's life. It was fascinating in a way, he would be taking notes if he had the mind or the paws to do it. It was also a bit intimate to be sure, not that Clow really minded, he was a touchy, feely sort of guy, after all.

Rusty himself, was treated to a few flashes. A young feline, frustrated at his lack of mystical skill, despite having an interest, a background, and even a bit of a "Mark" for the sort of thing (Ergo, the wings) having a rather enjoyable early childhood, and having it comes crashing down, find peace in the solitude, only to have to shake up years later, with a sense of never going back ringing afterwards.

The flashes were quick, but the emotions rang strong. Falling for a Shinx boy, trying and being strung along for years, only being forced to resign it to a close friendship. Frustrating, most certainly, but knowing it was worth the effort. Finding family in new acquaintances, forming deep bonds from small events, eclipsing everything else about those trips.

Misadventures as well, ending up regressed in age on a few occasions, but finding more support than one could hope for. Misadventures with the likes of a Chocolate Golem Hyena, who just happened to be the roommate of Clow's big bro beagle, who just happened to have at least three other prominent split fursonalities, one of which Clow himself created. Bits of the fantastical, bits of the mundane, serious aspects, as well as quite silly. Maybe more shut in and meandering than the magic cat would like to admit, but uniquely lived, and not overly seasoned with hardships. Clow head some recollection he was having all these memories peeped at, through the raccoons own lens, but it was little bother. He was an open book, and would share most anything if asked, even if some aspects were more embarrassing than others.

The.... Well, "feline" wasn't right anymore... all the same, it gave a light flex of it rather large right paw.... Was that his right? Did he and Rusy have different lefts? And why were his wings... Did he have wings? It was a little hard to remember.

It was easier to close his eyes... he was... still adjusting.... It was a lot to handle. That's how he was feeling at least. He was eager to find any comfort, it was as if his brother was right next to him... Though that wasn't his brother was it? He was normally a dog.. but he was a lot of other stuff, right?

It was hard to focus on that though, the unmeasurable loss was flowing over him. The comfort and support felt vital, but it only helped so much. At least it was fleeting, or did it just feel like that? Time seemed to be rushing quickly... He was feeling more sly now...

Honestly, it felt familiar... But maybe that was just from recent events that felt a lifetime away. It was victorious.... It made him feel accomplished, slick, he could get used to this, he wanted to go on an adventure! And just liked that, he felt like he was on one. There was dancing.... Clow loved times like this! This was even better though... Passion, it was warm, inviting, amazing. He couldn't remember anything else like it.... It gave him just a bit of perspective, a rush of great hardships, and great joys. It took him out of it even further.... But it was at least absolutely fascinating if nothing else. These wonderful, alien feelings, were these Rusty's? He didn't have long to focus, but he rationed it must be so. It made him feel close to his new thief friend, and not just in the literal sense.

With a plop, the now canine shook and twitched a bit. Though a decent part of him felt.. okay.... Somehow right. His body didn't feel... wrong, but one does have the habit of focusing on what's different, rather than what's stayed the same. He knew this well, his form was far from stable, how could it be, given the people he knew. His ears wouldn't stand at attention and they felt longer. His head fur wasn't bare but felt... thinner? His claws refused to retract, and though they were a less than useful appendage, he couldn't feel his wings.

At least his tail seemed to be righting itself.... that was what it was doing, right? It felt as almost like it had a kink in it. He'd slammed it in a door before, he was embarrassed to say, it felt kind of like that... but with no pain, no blood, heck it was more like a chiropractic tail massage in his view.

He had a hard time opening his eyes.... as if leaving it closed would make all this... easier? He did feel more comforted when their breathing synced. Rather than hearing someone breathing down one's neck, or beside it, as it may be, was unsettling. But hearing that ever so faint breath, flowing with yours... That was soothing, in a funny way. With little twitches and a few oddly familiar crinkles, Clow was oddly peaceful. He did at least feel like himself.... But with a certain... feeling of not being alone. He still wasn't of clear mind, or body, but that still seemed very true. He was honestly having a hard time minding. He was okay, he had his faculties, mostly, and he wasn't in this alone. He could easily rationalize this as not being so bad, even lacking all of his pieces. For the moment, he could just relax.

As they rose... or was it he? There clearly wasn't some weird hive mind.... as far as he could tell, and the former feline DID have experience in such areas. But the pronouns used seemed a little funny. He supposed the two would be plural in most thing they did for some time.