No Longer a Leopard

As Andrev stared, the black leopard sprang. Rastaban reacted first, grabbing his spear, but something happened mid-air. The leopard - rippled, became formless quicksilver, and when it landed it was no longer a leopard but a man, tall and pale-skinned, with dark wavy hair. He tossed his head, shook his hair back from his face, and Andrev saw that he had three small, bony protrusions on his forehead.

Horns.

Just like Andrev’s.

Then the man spoke. “I’d heard rumors of another, but I had to see for myself. You have five horns, child?”

Andrev said, “I’m not a child.”