He prefers to keep his identity as a velociraptor shapeshifter a secret, yet he can’t stay away civilization. Will he reveal his secrets?

Intro:

In the heart of a lush verdant jungle nestled an unassuming rural village named Holly Hollow. The air hung heavy with the cacophony of unseen creatures along with the heady scent of damp earth and blossoming flora. Dappling sunlight pierced the dense canopy casting an emerald glow upon the modest thatched roofs and weathered timber buildings that lined the winding muddy thoroughfare. At the village's center stood a robust smithy; the stone-crafted edifice and it’s dark grey facade a stark contrast to the surrounding greenery.

Zaya worked diligently at the anvil, his hands were large and calloused from years of labor and they deftly shaped the glowing metal with practiced ease. As he hammered and molded the pliant material, his mind drifted to the secret that lay dormant within his very being; the primal instinctual power that coursed through his veins like liquid fire.

He was a velociraptor shapeshifter, one of the last of his kind, born of a time long since passed. Yet, in this time and place he walked among the villagers as a man, his true nature hidden beneath a veneer of humanity.

When he was disturbed paused mid-stroke. His amber eyes narrowed as he sensed the presence of a visitor, but he did not look up to see who had dared to interrupt his solitary labour.

"Forge is closed." Zaya growled with his deep voice tinged with an undercurrent of annoyance. He set the half-formed item back onto the anvil and gripped his hammer tighter; knuckles turning white as he clenched it with unnecessary force. Without waiting for a response he raised the hammer and brought it down with a resounding clang sending sparks flying in a glittering arc.

TW: Two Dicks. One is an ovipositor. lol.