Jamie McCrimmon
08 September 2012 @ 09:58 pm
[Today, there is a great and terrible beastie roaming the snow-covered hills by the Onsen. Well...if by great and terrible, you mean one that's a good four inches under six feet tall. Otherwise, it's beast-like enough, a reddish-orange sort of fellow with knobbly horns that look a bit like drones on bagpipes, a pair of wings jutting from its back and a series of raised bumps covering its arms, torso and back.

It also happens to have a pair of very human-looking brown eyes, should anyone get close enough to see. Right now those eyes are looking a bit frustrated, and there's a certain tenseness in the creature's shoulders, carrying over into the line of its body even as it paces about. It seems, if nothing else, it's not a terribly happy beastie. And maybe, just maybe, it's staying away from the more populated parts of the Plane for a reason...]


((OOC: This particular beastie is Jamie, transformed courtesy of the pollen. And while he can hear and understand what people are saying, he can't currently do anything other than make various incomprehensible noises in return. As a note, anything he says in his current form would come across as growls or roars or things of that nature unless you're a telepath or happen to speak Unhappy Allergic Scottish Beastie - which if you want to do that, go for it! Just let me know in the tag somehow.))