Horns of the devil - O; Feral Deinonychus

Muscle to muscle, and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go

Eyes turned to Aurum as he shifted, panic resurfacing and all anger lost as she was wrapped up. Calm down? She was trying, truly she was trying. But they couldn't see that. They only saw her for what she was - a monster.

That thought made Ares whimper, the whimpering becoming soft cries of a child. The cries got louder as her scales loosened into fur and feathers unraveled, paws replacing deadly claws.

Soon did the beastly form get replaced with that of a scared child, who slipped out of MAMA's grasp and staggered away. Sore legs carried her toward Els out of habit, but as she stopped and lowered her head, wings wrapping around her small form, she said nothing.

[color=#98c3e1]"Speech"

— Reggan