When Damita drifted back out of sight, he knew it was time. And, if he had the gods on his side tonight, Damita would never have to know a thing. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he honestly thought her common sense would quick in and she'd remain safely out of the way with the horses.<br/><br/>The transformation, as always, was excruciating painful at first. He'd chosen the form of the bear - their were almost a dozen Calusa, after all, and his bear form could withstand remarkable damage. He fell to his knees as his muscles began to throb wildly, his skin stretching under muscles that seemed to be expanding in almost random patters. Every unused hair follicle on his body was suddely bursting, dark fur beginning to pour out of his skin. And the shooting pains in his face and fingers as bones began to twist and assume new shapes..he always felt like he would die before he ever completed the transformation.<br/><br/>But he did; he always did. He was on his hands and knees now, the shape of his body still more that of a man that of a bear, but with all the features of the latter. His height was fearsome, his girth enormous. His arms had become long, powerfully muscled, clawed. He stared out at the Calusa, panting hard as he prepared for the kill.