Ever since the kingdom had saw fit to bless her with a gift, she had been itching to push it to its limits.
The was the reason for her solo journey into the deepest parts of the forests. She had even told the valley wolf pack to steer clear of her, in case she couldn’t keep control. The new beast was an animal the likes of which Beqanna had never seen. It was a perfectly balanced killing machine, both ruthless and cunning. It lurked just beneath her mousey colored skin, snarling and frothing and begging to be set free. It was almost frightening, that feeling of barely-restrained power. But today- today she would let loose, and she would call to the only kingdom member who could possibly control her should she lose site of her horse beginnings.
“Eight“.
She called to him over and over, her voice almost singsong in its innocence. But she was far past innocence, and her rippling skin was testament to that. In its place came tawny brown scales, but more leathery like elephant skin. The sleek muscles of her horse form were replaced with lean but powerful ones, though the ones in what were now her thighs were particularly impressive. What were once the front legs of a horse were now small arms ending in clawed hands. But the biggest change, and perhaps the most frightening, was the head. Gone were the delicate feminine features. Gone were the brown doe eyes and the fluttering nostrils. In their place was an angular, wicked shaped skull, complete with slit-pupil eyes and a mouth lined with razor sharp teeth. Once the transformation was complete she stood on two legs, panting slightly in anticipation. She felt barely restrained, as if she could take on the world and come out on the other side standing. Her senses were heightened so much so that she could hear the mice scurrying through the underbrush. On each foot was a sharp, hooked talon, and like a dog unconsciously wagging its tail, the talon tapped at the ground. Pushing her snout into the wind she called to Eight again, barking and chirping in her new forms voice. It was an eerie sound, and even the wolves knew better than to challenge her call.
topsail
even an army of sheep should be feared, if they are being led by the lion
@[Eight]