[PMSingTiger]

4 months later...

Svara wasn't having a good day. Rather, Svara wasn't having a good few months. The first six weeks had been spent tearing into everything with a pulse. Usually that was his response to everything regardless, but lately it had been out of control. He had the mood swings of a mental case. Hell, he spent a few nights weeping like he'd lost a limb. All that time spent raging and finally it dawned on him what the problem was...
He was pregnant.
"God damn fucking beast from hell!" He growled for the hundredth time. It didn't help when his belly start to descend, leaving him constantly hungry and incapable of moving correctly. The one time something stuck its dick in him and he ended up being the breeding ground for chaos and PMS.
"When I get my hands on that stupid, mother fucking, GAH!" He raked his talons through his long blonde mess. The towns people stared at him with wide distraught eyes. Not that he was surprised. He was sure he looked...different. Standing next to some outside tables he'd abruptly turned it over in a rage. Svara was sure it wasn't so much the table turning that got people staring so much as the fact he looked like a 4 month pregnant prostitute with scars all over his bare flesh, and there was a lot of bare flesh. He refused to wear anything other than his small shorts and sports bra, they were woman's clothes, but he hadn't been raised to identify gender and hadn't even learn there was a difference until he'd come out of the forest half a decade ago.
"Mam, please calm down." The portly - or in Svara's opinion, fat fucking ugly human who needed to step away before he got his face ripped off - tried to calm him down. He growled deep in warning, about ready to tear into anything.