For some reason, Troy’s thoughts strangely turned to an article about North American cryptids he read a few days ago. The Moth Man west Vergina, Big Foot (and the many variations of that monster), the wild Hodag of Wisconsin, the Jersey Devil. The collective unconsciousness of the US of A could come up with the wildest of creatures and it fascinated him.
Then again, there were plenty of animals he could choose as well. All sorts of anthros would be interesting-though Lancer would likely be very disappointed if he chose something big. The Leonin had a hard-on for humans, so if he had to choose something, it had to be small and soft. He didn’t want to damage his relationship, after all.
As though the vortex of possibilities saw where his thoughts were straying, the images shifted, focusing on the myths of Americana. Flashing before him were versions of himself as different, well-known cryptids, myths and legends from American folklore. If he had to pick a myth to become, it was only fitting that he chose something American. He finally isolated one image from the others, focusing his thoughts on being a…