don't need a costume, I'm already a freak

It had been nearly a full year since the last time he'd stepped foot on Boreas, after his run-in with the witch he'd fled in fear and had tried to go anywhere but where he'd once been. But her curse had managed to chase him no matter where he went, just one more curse on his tail. Tempo no stood on home soil, a few inches taller and with his now brindled legs carrying him. Toxicity. That was what he was looking for, the woman and her monkey who had told him that he might be a god. Tempo was desperate, he needed to find her and try and see if they could find the answer to all his questions.

But Boreas had changed, the winter should have killed all the fireflies, and he'd never seen blue ones before. Tempo blinked as he nearly brushed up right against a glowing ivy vine, letting loose a startled yelp and skittering away. He could see a young man up ahead of him and the man picked up his pace. "Is this normal?" He asked as he trotted up towards the younger man, worried about what changes had hit his home continent since he'd been gone.

"Tempo Destruction"