It's your world. Do with it what you want. [Locked]
[Forward-dated to right after this post]
Ruvin barely paid attention to the streets, the people, the lights. She should. She knew she should. But after Robin, after that...
She doesn't make it all the way before the urge to shift overwhelms her.
It hurts more than usually, probably because she's fighting it. Bones crumple and crack, clothes loosen over her shoulders and tangle around her paws. It's the dog. It's almost always the dog--she feels safer in its shaggy fur and heavy muscle. No one can grab her and drag her anywhere like this. No one will talk to her like she's a child. She can defend herself without resorting to the ability she's beginning to fear.
Even so, she practically skitters the rest of the way to the Kashtta, pinning herself to the edges of buildings and ducking away from the people who try to see if she has dog tags. She paws at the door of the creepy, empty building, whining. No one in the lobby. Not like she'd be able to tell them who sent her while like this, anyway.
Ruvin curls up into a two-hundred-pound ball in front of the entrance whimpers.
Ruvin barely paid attention to the streets, the people, the lights. She should. She knew she should. But after Robin, after that...
She doesn't make it all the way before the urge to shift overwhelms her.
It hurts more than usually, probably because she's fighting it. Bones crumple and crack, clothes loosen over her shoulders and tangle around her paws. It's the dog. It's almost always the dog--she feels safer in its shaggy fur and heavy muscle. No one can grab her and drag her anywhere like this. No one will talk to her like she's a child. She can defend herself without resorting to the ability she's beginning to fear.
Even so, she practically skitters the rest of the way to the Kashtta, pinning herself to the edges of buildings and ducking away from the people who try to see if she has dog tags. She paws at the door of the creepy, empty building, whining. No one in the lobby. Not like she'd be able to tell them who sent her while like this, anyway.
Ruvin curls up into a two-hundred-pound ball in front of the entrance whimpers.