WHEN I BEHAVED TWENTY-FIVE / Open, Feral

[Ares]

SCREAMING AT THE ONES WE LOVE
LIKE WE FORGOT WHO WE CAN TRUST!

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Thunder crashed in the sky as the lioness staggered toward camp, wings limp and dragging behind her. Her eyes were dull, glossy and staring at the area before her. Rain drenched her fur, but the woman cared little as her mind buzzed. There was so much, and yet so, so little going on in her mind space. The buzzing turned into screaming in her mind as she shook her head, her entire body following.

Pain radiated in her body as bones broke and reorganized, fur turning into feathers and scales, skull reforming until the deinonychus form had completely shifted. And the beast sniffed around, eyes wide and wild. It made chittering noises and extended its neck toward the town, brain foggy as it started for the town.

Upon entering the town, her brain cleared, if only for a moment, and only for a memory to resurface. A lion, a cheetah, a domestic feline, all trying to stop her. Console her. Her head ached and she growled, alerting npcs nearby. Some remembered the instance that happened years ago, and were preparing to run. She growled again, shook her head, then reared back and screeched, feathers raised and flared.

TANGLEWOOD — LION/SHAPESHIFTER — BIO — ATTACK IN #C16666

#psy.