Her Fire Fuels the Kiln; Transformation

[Kold]

When earth rose and halted the flames that Kiln sent, the beast was confused. She had not heard Aine's voice until the fleshweaver's movements caught her attention. Lips lifted in a snarl, flames threatening to fall like rain upon the three. But as the beast reared back to send another fury, something stalled in her mind. A child's voice, crying, sobbing. Do not hurt them! Do not hurt them! DO NOT HURT MY FAMILY! The beast staggered and stumbled, falling back to all legs. They were food. The Kiln required food. Consume. Consume. Consume.Consume. CONSUME. [color=#fc681f]C̷͎̙͋Ò̵̫͔̈́N̸̰̤͚̈́̓S̵̮͍̊̍̿ͅU̶̼̠̟̎̄̅M̷͙̮͊̋͐Ë̷̲́͠ ̶̨̩̆͝U̶̖̰̩͂̒N̸̢̞̙̎̋T̴̳͚̾I̵̺̓̾̕L̵͎̅̍͠ ̷̰̄Ṭ̵̲̀̍͝H̸̠̺̺͂E̶̤͙͉̍R̷͕͇͍̀Ê̶̬͚̬͌̋ ̶̡̻͉̈Ḁ̸̑̀R̴̓̌͌ͅE̷̼͆ ̵͚̿͊Ṇ̵̕͜O̶̢̠̎͘͝N̵̢̲̕E̶̹͆͠ ̵͇̲̀̎̽L̷̪͛͗̐E̷̹͙̘̓̎̀F̵̥̂̉̿T̴̫̉.̴̘̪̑͗͠. [color=white]NO!NO!NO!NO!

The beast, confused and enraged by this confusion, thrashed and snarled. In an effort to regain control, Kold, within the recesses of Kiln's mind, forced the beast to bite down on her arm, and hard. There was a crunch as the bone was reached and cracked, and the beast's eyes were wide open in confusion. Why did she bite herself, and why couldn't she let go?

"Kiln Speech"+"Kold Speech"