Kory grunts a bit, falling back to his hands and knees, panting a bit as his back arches, his fur bristling and hardening, the tips of his fur turning pitch black as the rest of his fur turning dark crimson, the color of blood. Bones burst from his back, jagged and demonic, soon being covered in a thick, leatherlike membrane as his fangs begin to grow, black veins running through them, venom dripping from the tips. His tongue thins out and becomes forked at the tip, wrapping partway around his muzzle before sliding back into his maw. He slowly stands again, his claws lengthening and sharpening as both his eyes turn a deep crimson with black slits in the center. A deep, gutteral growl escapes his jaws as he slowly walks down the hallway, his tongue flickering out again softly as he searches for where he is meant to go, hissing quietly, his body trembling slightly from the rage built up within him.