Snippet #1647774

Sara yawned in reply to the screaming pervert across the hall. "What an ungracious man." She sat up on her bed and let up a good stretch. As often as Sara slept, she was more awake than anything at night. Nocturnal, basically. When she had stretched to her limits, and it still didn't feel like enough, she stripped of her clothing and summoned Chester once more. "Chester, meet me by the ladies' room in 10 minutes with these clothes. I'm going to go for a short fly." Receiving a quiet grunt from her undead butler, Sara arched her back. Two brown wings protruded from either side of her spine and wrapped around her, concealing the rest of her body while feathers took place of skin and her shape morphed into that of an owl. Once she had transformed, she ruffled her feathers and folded her wings beside her. Her bright yellow eyes flashed, blinded from the light of the room. How I hate light in this form. She groaned before stretching her wings out and taking off through the hall. As long as the sun was out, it was far too bright to fly outside.