Mao stopped flailing as he finally managed to get himself right-side-up. Despite Riku's assurances, the demon-turned-serval was still very much not happy, long ears practically glued to the back of his head. A loud hiss escaped Mao's mouth, briefly surprising him before he managed to pull himself together again. "How is this normal?! Why do I have to look like this?! What was wrong with how I normally look?!"

He glared down at his paws. White fur... great, he was an albino. Riku could at least sort of blend in he guessed, but albinos tended not to last too long in the wild. Mao hoped he still could use his magic or had some small amount of his strength in this form. He was not going to die by getting eaten!

Red eyes with grey markings reminiscent of Mao's glasses glared ahead of himself.