Did he think the young man would hurt him? Would divulge some secret in whispers? Would laugh it off and make a fool out of him? He doesn't know. Anything but this.
Taako changes, suddenly and without warning, his human features completely vanishing in the time it takes Barry to blink. And who - what - sits before him in place of the young human man takes him by surprise so badly he can feel his front legs twitching sharply, knocking into the table and rattling the dishes, like he's going to rear back. Like he's staring down a threat in the woods and needs to make himself huge and threatening, kick his legs out, protect himself, anything.
The man is an Other. Of what kind, Barry doesn't know. He's never seen anything like it - a creature that can change shape like this, pass for human so convincingly with such little effort. Did anyone else see it? Is it magic? Is it just a trick of the eye? Was there something in his coffee?
What is he?]
You're--! Y-You're not--
[Barry realizes he's raising his voice, and quickly looks around at the patrons staring their way. Not at Taako, the snowy-white vulpine Other hiding his true form behind smooth human skin, but at him. The noisy taur disturbing their quiet afternoon coffee. He goes red all the way up to his floppy ears, shrinks in on himself, hooves scraping nervously at the floor as he leans in, eyes wide, whispering,]
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Did he think the young man would hurt him? Would divulge some secret in whispers? Would laugh it off and make a fool out of him? He doesn't know. Anything but this.
Taako changes, suddenly and without warning, his human features completely vanishing in the time it takes Barry to blink. And who - what - sits before him in place of the young human man takes him by surprise so badly he can feel his front legs twitching sharply, knocking into the table and rattling the dishes, like he's going to rear back. Like he's staring down a threat in the woods and needs to make himself huge and threatening, kick his legs out, protect himself, anything.
The man is an Other. Of what kind, Barry doesn't know. He's never seen anything like it - a creature that can change shape like this, pass for human so convincingly with such little effort. Did anyone else see it? Is it magic? Is it just a trick of the eye? Was there something in his coffee?
What is he?]
You're--! Y-You're not--
[Barry realizes he's raising his voice, and quickly looks around at the patrons staring their way. Not at Taako, the snowy-white vulpine Other hiding his true form behind smooth human skin, but at him. The noisy taur disturbing their quiet afternoon coffee. He goes red all the way up to his floppy ears, shrinks in on himself, hooves scraping nervously at the floor as he leans in, eyes wide, whispering,]
Y-You're not human. How-- H-How did you do that?