Malphas was so bored.
There were no offered contracts. Nobody had someone they wanted him to kill, nor were there any bounties to be found. He could practically feel his blood thickening, his muscles growing weaker. He needed to get moving!
He'd flown around for a while, with next to nothing drawing his attention. At least, until a large, lush forest came into sight. And he got an idea.
The Demon landed, stripping off his clothes and hiding them in the boughs of a tree. His weapons, as well, were removed, until he stood stark-naked in the middle of a clearing. He looked around, to make sure no one was nearby, before closing his eyes, and focusing.
Shaggy black hair lengthened, and slid down to cover his entire body. Limbs bent and shifted as bones broke and healed, and his face jutted out. Soon, a black lion with no mane stood where a Demon had only moments before.
He opened vivid red eyes, putting his nose to the sky. Malphas inhaled deeply, picking up on the scent of deer. Yes, that would do. Flexing his claws into the dirt, he began to walk, with the confidance of a true king of the forest.
The Demon-turned-lion followed the scent, until the deer was in sight. He crouched down, and began to stalk forward, preparing to launch himself at the ungulate.