I'M STUCK IN THE SUNSHINE RIPTIDE;; open - new power and body

[trojan g.]

Long story short, Sweeney had found out she'd had the ability to control electricity. How she found out? She'd been chasing after a roadrunner, curious to what it was and why it had gone out of the desert into the jungle. She'd chased it out of the jungle and into a dune, and just when she was about to run after it once more, she'd tripped over her own feet, and the second she began to fall, she felt electricity course through her feet and shoot forward, and saw the small arc of lightning come forth and hit the ground, the loud clap of thunder following behind it.

When the lightning had come from her paws though, it seemed to have changed her. Fur was now that of a black fox, speckles of her old orange fur coming through slightly here and there speckled at the top of her head. Where shoulders were before she now donned colorful wings. Colorful feathers weaved their way through her fur up her legs and sat upon the base of her tail - no, tails, for she now had two. Fire-hued eyes seemed to glow as she looked in awe at the now dead and roasted road runner in front of her, both confused and proud of what she had done and what she'd become.

SWEENEY CALLAHAN - THE PITT - ACOLYTE - RP'D BY TIKKI

[Luciferr]

”a useful ability” was the dark rumbling comment from directly behind the now changed form of the fox.

The recently self promoted Ardent of the pitt stood quiet behind her, seemingly somehow having approached entirely silently and without notice - spooky to most, but then everything about the grotesque creature was unsettling.

Oftentimes it seemed like he’d been born to be the monster so often told of lurking around dark corners - it amused him to think so if anything.

Sightless eyes gazed down at the Fox’s changed form, an mostly aesthetic look but the wings could be useful - he did not discount others decoration on their armour after all, aesthetic had as much place as raw strength in a somewhat psychological way against the enemy.

His very form was much like that after all - intimidation was, useful.

[Atticus Roux]

Blue hues flashed in the distance. Following it's rapid appearance, thunder echoed through the territory and alerted Atticus from afar. Noticing the strange occurrence in the dry desert, he decided to investigate, especially since Sweeney's scent remained nearby. And so he went. Following the looming grey clouds in the sky and his friend's scent, he soon found a predicament. Silent was present, looking down at the newly mutated fox. Nevertheless, the ardent did not focus on their appearance, but their raw power. He hadn't realized the strike had come from her.

The overwhelming scent indicated that this was indeed Sweeney. Not only this, but her notable gold eyes. Atticus stared intensely. Her new splash of color and the addition of wings threw him in for a loop. His gaze surveyed her body closely. Vibrant hues echoed Sweeney's fiery attitude perfectly. It was fitting. Attractive, even. Needless to say, he was impressed. A cheeky smirk curled on his lips, eyes turning back upon his friend. "You look gorgeous, Sweeney," he cooed.