cool me down /-/ new body, open

[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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Safe to say, her child didn't live as long as she wished it had.

Deldrach winced, stopping as her head tilted towards the sky. She then looked off the coast with a sigh, the sandy pelted lioness sitting, pride and regal stance gone. She was hunched over, eyes dulled as she looked out over the coast, towards Haven Island. Some have told her in passerby that she needed to do that before she could be considered 'one of them', as they put it. So it wasn't just a loose opinion on how to get into this group. To truly be part of them, injest this drug and have a lucid dream them come back alive, good luck! Deldrach snorted as she stood up, tail lashing.

She would do it, of course, she wouldn't back down. Deldrach wasn't one for backing down- she actually was one for the opposite. She would take what she wanted, nothing would get in her way. Her head picked back up, a grin on her maw. No memory would stop her. Her child was dead, but that was when she was younger. He.. was presumed to be dead, but would he ever come back? Absolutely not, she had made sure of them. One paw step, then the next, and Deldrach was off at a run. She felt lighter, narrower, as if those thoughts alone had taken a weight off of her.

The queen didn't notice the darker colors on her front paws, or that her muzzle shape had changed slightly, the white blaze of her muzzle didn't appear to bother her. She made it to the shacks at the bay, the constant drum of her paws slowing as many people stared at her, as if they didn't know her. Deldrach raised her lips in a slight snarl, turning back towards the jungle. What was their problem, anyways?

// her new body is a jaglion!
https://i.imgur.com/6ZmbMgi.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/RGuSTkH.jpg

#psychosocial.