She feels hated and disrespected just as the same as before but, this time it's rooted deeper. Hell she's enraged with their new queen, who the hell does she think she is? She was barely present during Lexa's, so what gives her the right to have some sort of power, to have authority over Celeana? To insult, and shame her while the whole sisterhood is present. That wasn't a queen to be respected nor followed. What Queen in the sisterhood's history insults one of her own people?
With anger pulsating through ever porcelain limb in the mare's body, she hardly notices her body slowly begins to morph, hooves turn to paws, oval pupils shift to feline contracted iris's, as her whole body changes into a feline stance. She barely realizes the shift and height change, until she reaches the tall sea grasses. Where everything suddenly turns a vibrant green, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" She roars with confusion as she stares down at large pale paws, while backtracking her steps through the tall sea grass. Like a mouse in a maze it takes her several minutes to finally be freed of forest of tall vegetation.
Her first instinct is to find Naga, she would know what to do. She had shifted just as the ebony maiden does into her inky feline state. But Celeana couldn't exactly pinpoint what she was, all she could determine is that it definitely didn't have spots and was quite pale.
With verdant contracted pupils the girl scampers about Nerine in search of her comrade, Naga. And with a skidding sharp turn of a corner, the feline meets her friend eyes wide eyed, and jaw agape panting like a dog. Wait was she a dog? Hell if she knew. She could hardly see the rest of herself except for her slender feline body, and of course her tail with a poof of what looked like mane at the end? She couldn't exactly tell. But with a confused glance she stares up at Naga, "Naga what the fuck happened?" She settles down placing her rump directly upon the ground which was surpassingly comfortable. Considering as an equine she would never be able to contract her body to sit on her hind quarters.
"What am I?" She questions, a hint of panic fled within her words. As she thumped her plumed tail, impatiently upon the sandy terrain. "How the fuck did I even do this?" She glances about searching for questions from her friend which was much more experienced in the matter of shifting, into a differing creature form.
Where the Wild Things Are
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