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[Feyre]

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It was the faintest of whispers that beckoned her into the gloom of the cloudy night. A strange force oh-so-eagerly tugged at her entity, clumsy paws leading the recently awoken Feyre closer and closer to the City of Stars. She had learned at a young age to never deny the call of fate, her rising and falling voice - her command - usually indicative of something important. Of something great. She couldn't sense tragedy on the wind tonight either, the darkened black that all but engulfed her fragile form just that- darkness. Something was amiss, yes, but the change that wreathed and coiled around her bore no ill-will. Hm.

Hello, Feyre darling.

That voice rang through her head as clear as day, some sense of familiarity enveloping her entirely. The last remnants of her weariness had been effectively dismissed and, puzzled as to why she was summoned to this location in particular, Feyre perked her ears, inclined her neck, and studied the cracked pillar in which she had stopped before. [color=#ac5847]"Explain?" Urged the child softly, fangs sinking into the soft flesh of her lip contemplatively. But the presence was slowly fading, that warm and motherly feeling that was almost always extended to her now nonexistent. She'd blink a few times out of both frustration and defeat before turning her gaze to the sky.

For what felt like hours, she watched as the clouds parted, the light from the newly revealed moon bathing the ruins in a soft, silver hue.  A smile appeared upon speckled lips but it certainly did not last, not when a strange feeling was spreading like a wildfire through her body. It started out as an ache, low and hardly noticeable, but now it was agonizing- a searing pain that berated every inch of her.  Amber eyes would squeeze shut and Feyre would release a small, half muffled scream before the pain just... subsided.

Slowly, she drew in a hesitant breath, finally sating the ache that had developed in her lungs. [color=#ac5847]"What... What happened?" The little witch inquired aloud, glancing down only to release a real scream this time. She'd fall backwards, large, brown paws flailing helplessly in the air. This wasn't her body. This wasn't her body.

[color=#ac5847]"Help! HELP! I think I'm dying!"

What certainly didn't help the situation were the flames that came to life around her, illuminating the now young (but rather large) wolf that Feyre most certainly wasn't.

This was bad.

Really bad.