BREAK YOUR PRETTY FACE / bodyswap au

[EXODUS--]

¤ -- exodus knew little. but she knew what was right within her little world and what was wrong and what was not meant to be. she knew that she was a raptor of blood, clear as the powdery blue skin of the sky, and that she had feathers. she was meant to have feathers, and a streamlined body built for killing.

those were the facts of her world.

but it was as if the world had other plans. it had turned itself upside down and made everything strange and unfamiliar again.

nothing was natural anymore.

groggy eyes flickered open, still blanketed with the feather soft touch of sleep. exodus knew of rest. there was nothing of oddity to note on as she awoke from her slumber. and yet everything was off. unorthodox, and she just knew it deep and her guts and her heart from her very bones to the hum of blood in her veins and she knew deep within her heart that everything was off.

this wasn't meant to be.

her primitive mind could not grasp this phenomenon. there was no comprehension. only an existential dread and a feel of her ribs shrinking and heart throbbing in the throat. for the first time since her birth, exodus felt as if the world were to end. crushed beneath the weight of foreign ribs and a body with a skin that wasn't hers.

exodus struggled upright, feeling prickly all over and mind racing at impossible speeds like the torrent of a rushing waterfall. neurons firing at rapid pace as it tried to absorb this new information. muscles-- strange muscles, flexed with her frantic movement. within her own body, she was comfortable and at ease and in control. but here? she was nothing more than a blundering, vulnerable failure of a predator.

through her palpitating heart, a cacophony in her ears and beating blood like an orchestra, she managed to note the lack of open sky and instead, the sky above was barred by wood and ceiling. she did not recognize it as a smithery. exodus did not know what a smithery was.

her mind roils with madness, churning with a distinct sensation of helplessness. she does not know what to do next. she can only call-- scream for help.

and oh by god, she does. an ear splitting screech erupts from her mouth like the burbling of volcano lava that travels out the length of the hut. she screams for help. she screams for the aid of her family. for brother and sister and mother alike. she is driven on pure instinct and riding high on heightened emotions-- terrifying emotions she has never experienced before and makes her ache deep within her soul. exodus was not built for this; for such raw emotion. it tears her asunder.

her screech is pure chaos, and only then when she pauses to take a break, that she notices the fire flickering to life to kiss this alien tail of the ragdoll. the flames leap high, heightened by her stress, and nearly engulfs the pelt of butterscotch and golden stripes.

it is the very same, mischievous fire of destruction that bakugou has used to ward her away from the weakened body of kirishima. she remembers it well it-- would never forget. it does not hurt her this body, but it’s presence perplexes her. it frightens her.

exodus despises this feeling with a passion-- a passion with the same intensity that flickers onto the feline’s skin. it makes her stomach churn with something ugly. how wretched-- how awful to be controlled by this slight of emotion!

yet never in her life before has she felt so helpless and lost before. the anguish tightens it’s squeezing grip around her heart, and she nearly suffocates. her blood runs cold at the heat.

and she screams again. there is panic in her throat and fire in her lungs, and it is a terrible scream that sends heat building in her body like phlegm and shooting out towards the roof in one devastating, uncontrolled stream of fire and heat and pure, unbridled death.

smoke streams from the chimney hut, and the ceiling bursts into flames.

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