[ The sound of someone fumbling with the comm unit almost drowns out the low muttering. ]
No. No no no no no. This isn't...
[ A click and the video flickers on for just a moment, revealing a glimpse of wickedly curved claws, something large and tawny. Then the screen goes dark, audio only again. This time, the words are clearer, though the voice is hardly recognizable as Selina's. The pitch is lower than usual, with an odd underlying rumble to it. Her words are noticeably distorted, as if she's speaking around something in her mouth. ]
This is so fucking... [ A loud snarl, followed by uneven breaths. ] Damnit. I need someone to... I don't even fucking know. Fix this.
[ More snarling and then the comm shuts off. ]
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Werelion!Selina is a go! She woke up like this and it (obviously) a bit panicked. Replies will be spotty and will eventually stop as the feral side takes over.