The sound of wheels screeching to a stop along with a rush of rubber scented air caused Jericho to turn his head, staring at the sudden 'appearance' of a man on a motorcycle cursing at him. For a moment he simply stared, trying and failing to piece together just what had happened... until recognition of the surroundings told him that he had been walking right into the guy's path. Though he was screaming now, and quite frankly ruining the good mood he had been in. Jericho's blank stare held against the cursing motorist; irritation flaring for a moment as he thoughtlessly responded.
Ink swelled around his throat, staying in view as his chest shrank imperceptibly; though all this would've been distracted from by the roaring snarl that leapt from his throat, tearing attention to the two as even a couple of other vehicles stopped. It wasn't disimilar to the rumble of the 'cycle's engine, if only a great deal louder and directed into a particular... direction. That still didn't stop it from echoeing up into the air around the two.
Face pulled into a scowl, Jericho cut off the noise after a second or two; listening for a moment to the gasps around him before he heaved a sigh and focused on the man on the bike in front of him. His hand came up and flipped the bird, another roar falling out of his mouth before he focused his attention on his skin; a small smirk turning the corner of his lips upward. At first it merely darkened, then grew darker still- to the point that features were nigh impossible to make out- before he shifted his stance and seemed to vanish altogether. Seemed being the operative word, the Changer had never heard of any creature- nor eaten any- that could completely vanish from sight via invisibility. So he went with the easier route; go dark and hope that the goddamned tattoo on your face went dark too.
After darkening his form until he was indistinguishable from a shadow on the floor, if a shadow decided to impose itself on the world physically and with actual 'weight' to it, the Changer let his face fall blank and took off to the side; shape coalescing into an amorphous blop of ink that sailed through the air until it reached an alley, sending some pedestrians screaming and backing away rapidly until it was far enough out of sight to hide behind a dumpster and take the form of an incredibly dark furred canine; another large German shepherd. Skull tattoo adorning his face visibly. He thought of curling up, but all the shifting and warping left him thinking... slower. Than before.
Reckless as all hell. Heh. Fuck.