Snippet #1948498

WarriorScout was annoyed by everyone here. They were all talking, making loud noises that stopped making sense to her along time ago. It was hard being a woman. She could easily just hide under her tiger skin and just run on her instincts like she did before, but now she had to interact with the world and... Let's just say, her animalistic tendencies were coming back to life, and this place wasn't a good place to shift and....

Warrior? Are you okay? Ask Mrala as the tigeress realized WarriorScout was grinding her teeth. She could practically hear Scout's teath moving. I'm fine... Scout looked away from the tiger, and added, Nothing's wrong. She could practically imagine herself running through the forest, her paws digging into the cool earth.

Oh, sister, don't be thinking of the hunt, because you're making me hungrier. Kishan half growled half whined and shook his head.

WarriorScout looked around, watching everyone continue their arguement. It was very annoying to be here, and the room was starting to become smaller, and smaller. There was no open space, no place to run, no place to breathe. She growled low in her throat reminding herself she was in her vampiric skin. No one would bother her, or even notice her absence if she just snuck off into the forest would they? No, they wouldn't. She was a gun in a gun case, only to be thought of as furniture until something bad happened.

So, quietly as possible, she turned and walked stiffly out of the room, followed by Kishan and Mrala. The two tigers stayed silent, knowing they were going to go outside.

After going through the twisting hallways they came to the garden, where she could shift and hide for awhile. Kishan and Mrala took off into the bushes, imediately disappearing from sight. WarriorScout rolled her shoulders and thought of her paws digging into the cool earth, the wind grabbing at her fur, and the scent of her prey.

A cool sensation slid down her back, like a snake winding itself around a tree. The cool sensation seemed to squeeze her insides making her fall over, sinking her fingers into the soil. Her muscles seemed to ripple under her skin, moving, tearing in some areas to reconnect in others areas, taking the shape she wanted. A growl came from her chest and grew louder just as her skin melted into her and black fur grew outwards. Her teeth grew, lengthened, and looked strong enough to tear through metal. The claws were the last to come, sprouting from between her knuckles, tearing through her skin and becoming part of her.

WarriorScout's fur color were black and a glossy sable. She was a black tiger, not orange or white like Kishan or Mrala. Her now glowing golden eyes flicked from every bush, as her nose took in the scents around her. Using her tail like a lever, she jumped into the bushed, and followed after her litter mates.