“If you could be any sort of shapeshifter what would you be and why?” by Isabel Cooper
Honestly? If I could be any kind of shapeshifter, I’d be whatever kind Mystique from The X-Men is. (I guess that’s technically “mutant human”, but whatever.) Taking on someone else’s identity wouldn’t actually be that helpful these days, although twenty years ago I’d have had big dreams of posing as my teacher and cancelling class forever, but who needs a specific identity? I could have a great body without going to the gym, I could switch hair and eye color without messing around with dye and contacts, and yeah, blah blah, “nobody knows the real me” angst, whatever—I don’t want anyone looking at my natural form, and that’s not Scaly Blue Hot Chick. (I always feel like “the real you” is overrated, no matter who you are. There’s an inspiring statement for the holiday season, huh?)
Anyhow, the point here is that I’m shallow. 😉
But if I could turn into any kind of animal, to be honest, it’d probably be a pretty non-showy one. Don’t get me wrong, tigers and wolves and so on are great, but as with so many fictional magical powers, I feel like there aren’t many situations in my life where suddenly becoming an eight-hundred-pound death kitty is going to get me very far. It might be briefly satisfying during my morning commute, but then some guys come in with tranquilizer darts, I end up doing tricks for raw steak in a Vegas lounge act…
…actually, that could rock. I like Vegas. I like my steak blue. I’d probably make a very employable giant tiger, since you could mostly rely on me not to eat trainers or audience members. I guess the trainers would get way less respect if it got out that I was human, but on the other hand, turning into a chick in a leotard might be a draw in itself.
So, okay. Possibly tiger. But what I was thinking of before that weird little alternate path came up was some kind of bird. That could totally work. I like travel and I really don’t like airplanes. I couldn’t carry a whole lot, but I could use the money I saved on plane tickets to just buy whole new outfits and whatnot at my destination. This is a workable plan.
I’d have to be a predator of some kind, though. Not that I really want to eat sparrows, but better than having something bigger eat me. Being a were-owl might be awesome, actually: owls are neat, and I’d have an excuse for sleeping all day.
Though if I really wanted to be intimidating: were-goose. The name sounds silly, but those things are *terrifying*.
Yeah. Were-goose. I could fly all over the world, and my enemies would flee before my Death Honk. It’s a plan.
About the Book
He’s Out of the Highlands and on the Prowl…
Regina Talbot-Jones has always known her rambling family home was haunted. She’s also aware her brother has invited one of his friends to attend an ill-conceived séance. She didn’t count on that friend being so handsome…and she certainly didn’t expect him to be a dragon.
Younger son of a family of shapeshifting dragons, Highlander Colin MacAlasdair has lived a life free of both family duty and mortal cares. Moving in and out of human society as he wishes, he takes very little seriously—until Regina drops onto his balcony one midnight, catching his attention and his interest. She’s like no mortal he’s ever met, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to get her out of his head.
Bound by circumstance, drawn by the fire awakening inside of them, Colin and Regina must work together to defeat a vengeful spirit—and discover whether their growing love is powerful enough to defy convention.
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