06-04-2021, 07:56 PM
IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE RIVER.
It had been a long time coming. And it wasn’t that Arrow hated her new body, she appreciated the gift. But with her recent developments, and the return of her feral swamp-dwelling ways, something wasn’t quite right. She missed jumping around in the trees, being a little shit and vanishing into the night or the shade of the twisted trees within the swamp grounds. Missed what made her known, what people recognized before they were all dead. What she believed her namesake was derived from. Arrow missed her old body. She was born into it, died in it, haunted in it. Sort of. At the very least, if she would bother the swamp until her second and final death, she would look the part. Keep the other body safe.
And with one power came a new one, one that was certainly easier to use than normal when you spent way too much time thinking about what you wanted. And it didn’t take long, spots fading into solid color and mane melting away into rather large and pointed ears, the ability to shift form given to her fucking finally. And Arrow was back. Well, original Arrow was back in her entirety. Big fucking ears and all.
And should anyone be out, they’d find an oriental shorthair outside her home, a cross dangling from her neck, pulling gauze bandages taught around her forelegs to prevent any future stupid injuries, twisted scar down her lean muscled thigh. Blast to the fuckin’ past.
It had been a long time coming. And it wasn’t that Arrow hated her new body, she appreciated the gift. But with her recent developments, and the return of her feral swamp-dwelling ways, something wasn’t quite right. She missed jumping around in the trees, being a little shit and vanishing into the night or the shade of the twisted trees within the swamp grounds. Missed what made her known, what people recognized before they were all dead. What she believed her namesake was derived from. Arrow missed her old body. She was born into it, died in it, haunted in it. Sort of. At the very least, if she would bother the swamp until her second and final death, she would look the part. Keep the other body safe.
And with one power came a new one, one that was certainly easier to use than normal when you spent way too much time thinking about what you wanted. And it didn’t take long, spots fading into solid color and mane melting away into rather large and pointed ears, the ability to shift form given to her fucking finally. And Arrow was back. Well, original Arrow was back in her entirety. Big fucking ears and all.
And should anyone be out, they’d find an oriental shorthair outside her home, a cross dangling from her neck, pulling gauze bandages taught around her forelegs to prevent any future stupid injuries, twisted scar down her lean muscled thigh. Blast to the fuckin’ past.