Post by Squee on Jan 2, 2009 2:29:51 GMT -5
((Decided to pile a bunch of my characters into several short stories. My song of inspiration this time was You Can’t Take Me by Bryan Adams. Hee. They are older characters. Some that linger around my mind sometimes. They are still fun to write as.))
You can’t take me…
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night…
Shaei was panting. She was exhausted. All this sneaking around, all this cheating of others… She had assumed she would just be learning to be a better fighter. That wasn’t so much now. She had left Yaku behind… to be deceived by mentors, be defeated repeatedly by monsters and criminals of all sorts. She had once admired her current master. But now that she understood he was a chain in the command of evil, she wanted nothing of him.
Get it out, check it out
I’m on my way and I don’t feel right
I gotta get me back
I can’t be beat and that’s a fact
She rested by a tree, her black hair sticking around her flushed face. Shaei drew an arm across her face, wiping away as much sweat as she could. All the evil that had been pounded into her head rocked her unsteadily. She felt awful. Revenge would taste sweet, but it wouldn’t if she achieved it this way.
There were other ways. And through Yaku could be one of them. Poor Yaku. She stared down at her left hand, the engagement ring on her hand. So long ago… she had returned once to her village and he had been overjoyed. He proposed to her, and she accepted. Yaku hadn’t expected her to run off again. It nagged at her now. She cheated him once.
Lifting black eyes to the night sky overhead, she growled to herself. This time she was going back. If her mentor came looking for her, he could. But she wasn’t going to be made to go back. Revenge would be hers, but not through him. No, there were other ways… more than one path.
It’s okay, I’ll find a way
It ain’t gonna take me down, no way
Yaku, here she comes.
-=-==--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Don’t judge a thing until you know what’s inside it
The Force stung. Venta, who’s arms had been so highly raised with palms to the sky, was starting to curl inward. Her skin prickled with the sensation of the force being bottled. Hundreds of needles in her skin. With insects crawling over it. Insects that spread an acid flame over her skin. That’s how it felt. She had to hold on just a bit longer. She could pull it off. For the sake of her life. Those Jedi had to be beaten. The Republic. Everything. It had to be gone. And being on Sith Lady among hundreds did not appeal to her.
Her elbows were bending. She had to widen her stance a little more. She arched her chin upward, her orange eyes were as tight as she could make them. Her teeth were rubbing and gnashing and squeezing at each other. Her jaw would be sore, but she didn’t notice it now.
The soldiers were terribly confused. Some were even frightened. Some were in pain from her previous deeds. They only came closer. It made her job all the more easier. She almost laughed. Almost. Venta consumed their feelings, strengthened herself, willed herself a few moments of charging up the Force. Until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body had no feeling by now. Her organs were diluted, she was sure.
Don’t push me
I’ll fight it
A battle cry tore through her throat and she unleashed her fury. Her arms straightened and her fingers curl into fists. Lightning spewed, tearing a radius of electrical storm, catching the soldiers. Waves rippled across the forest, tearing up ground and trees and shrub. It threw soldiers from them. She focused on bodies, corruption striking their bodies, blowing them up from the inside out.
It was harming her. Venta could feel it gnawing and chewing and scoring her to the very bones that kept her body standing. She had a terrible thought this act of destruction could very well dispose of her as well. No beast alive should be able to pull off such a stunt. And if they did, they should not for long. Her lungs felt compressed. Her muscles felt weakened.
Oh God.
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no…
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What if she didn’t need his help? Jarai KNEW she didn’t need his help. So, why was she letting him help? Why was he part of this? Why was he anywhere NEAR her? He was nothing but a conceited whelp with nothing more than to follow her footsteps and torment her on her favorite historians yet; about how he had such access once to their ancient relics.
But, he was… kind of cute. Handsome even. Red hair, marvelous blue eyes…
If you can’t catch a wave
Then you’re never gonna ride it.
You can’t come uninvited
No, Jarai, you couldn’t think like that. Not when people counted on you to return the universe to its old ways. Not when you pitted foe against foe against foe. Not when you planned it. He couldn’t be allowed to intrude into your thoughts. If he did that, all her planning, all her careful plotting would be ruined, and she could wind up dead instead of her enemies. He was a recruit, a tool, nothing more. She was sunk if he became more than that. He wasn’t… allowed to…
Emotions and feelings were terrible things to have as a human being. They contradicted you sometimes. They filled your brain, your thoughts, your subconscious. They could make you act on impulse. Stupid impulse. Jarai hated that about herself. She could be impulsive and susceptible to her emotions. She struggled to purge them from her mind to think straight and clear, to see only her goal. The only thing she should be impulsive on.
And yet…
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no
You can’t take me
I’m free
==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“I thought you knew how to fly this thing!”
“Ma’am, the Covenant shot it! I’m doing my best to keep it stable.”
“Dear God in heaven, are we going to crash?”
“Aye, ma’am!”
Stacie spun back around and screamed for her men and women to prepare for emergency crash landing. Bloody aliens. If this war cost her life, she swore she was going to return from the dead and haunt the bastard who had taken her from the world.
Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what’s going on…
Beeps sounded around the flying vehicle. Stacie was jostled left and right, bounced and shaken as if a ragdoll. The events were quick, adrenaline making the time speed by. The inevitability of crashing seemed to take far too long, to contradict terms. In fact, she wasn’t sure when it all ended. She wasn’t sure how long things had been completely black.
And when she had woken up, she felt a tug at her boots and a squeezing in her upper arms. Everything was hazy and bleary. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Her eyes opened to slits, and she saw purple; a deep, rich, glowing violet. She heard the thudding of steps, and the pains of making her neck turn were enormous, but she noticed hooves. She hung her head again, which pounded with an incredible ache, letting the ground roll over her small field of vision as she was dragged between these two new characters.
What’s this holding me?
As her mind came to focus a little more, she made out four thick appendages clasping her triceps and bicep area. Her heart quickened just a little and she rolled her head once more, trying to see more of her surroundings. She could make out humming now, and warbling, unrecognized noises that formed no words but were obviously voices.
You’re a Marine, Stacie. You’re tough. What’s a little pain? Find out where you are!
Stacie managed to find a ‘knee’ of her captors. One was sheathed in red armor, and the other in gold. The joint of the ankle was odd, and down descended that huge hoof. Craning her neck a little more, blue highlights peered from the purple glow. She could see the heads of the captors…
And then she was dumped on the floor. That hurt more. She groaned this time. Stacie wasn’t sure she had felt this bad since boot camp. The golden hooves thumped away. She rolled over on her side to look at the specimen holding her. There was a protruding crown, part of the armor, and it bent down the crest and down the length of the creature’s face. There was a split jaw and hundreds of teeth within each section of the four part jaw. They heaved as the creature breathed. It looked down at her and growled something. His hoof came around and nudged her side back down, making her lay on her stomach again.
Elites… what did they want from her? Why did they bring her to their ship? Where were her other men?
Her instinct told her this was not going to end well at all.
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
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She howled at the barrier that separated her from the rest of the world. Being secluded was driving her nuts. How long had she been here? Ja’sar wasn’t sure. And she couldn’t believe it was only glass between her and freedom. Inches thick, see through, mirrored side glass! That was all it was! The other prisoners and the bloodthirsty, rebellious knights walked just by her.
Ja’sar screamed in outrage again, pounding her fists on the glass. “Look at me! Idiots! Someone!” Her voice was going hoarse. This time she sank to her knees, watching the fools pass her by. She turned slightly to peer at the trapdoor in which she had fallen from. Now she knew. It had been nearly three days. Most did not know she existed within this glass prison. Few did. All she wanted was one of those people to look her way, to get curious, to throw something that would shatter the barrier.
Palms against the cool glass, she followed her gaze longingly over the swords that passed her, wishing she could reach through and snag it, beat the glass and escape. If only… if only… and for once since her father had been murdered did she wish for someone to come and rescue her. She wanted a knight in shining armor now. She wanted someone who cared to rush in and notice the funny gleam in the mirror glass.
She turned her head into her sleeve, hiding her tears from an unknown person. It was instinct to hide such things. Ja’sar found it a weakness in the feminine nature. Her pride was too great to accept whatever ‘strength’ could be accepted from tears.
I gotta fight with all my might
I’m getting out
So check it out
A muffled yell from beyond the glass met her ears. Ja’sar quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes and looked up. The people were beginning to scatter. The worthless and unprotected prisoners pointed and quivered in obvious fear. She tried seeing in the direction they were pointing in. It was worthless. The smooth glass prevented her from seeing anywhere but directly in front of her.
A clattering nearly scared her wits from her. She turned quickly once more, standing to her feet. The trapdoor above her opened. Boots came first, followed by the rest of the body. The person crouched as he hit the floor, and he dove to the side. Another body fell from the ceiling. This one was short and stocky, making him unmistakable to be a dwarf. He was half the size of the human who fell in first, but he hefted a massive hammer thing.
The human’s face lifted, a devil’s smile perched on his lips. “Hello, Lady Ja’sar. You might want to be careful of my friend here.”
The dwarf had collected himself and was picking up his hammer. Ja’sar moved in almost numb shock toward the human. His smile only grew a bit wider. She reached him and touched his arm as he reached around his back and swung around a sword. It was her sword; the one that had been confiscated a long while ago. This time, Ja’sar smiled.
“Ready to get out of here? We’re fighting our way out.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And the dwarf’s hammer smashed through the glass, shattering the gateway to their escape.
You’re in my way
So you better watch out
Oh, come on
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The snarl was hideous. The beast crouched down, the green eyes flashing dangerously, it’s claws flexing – blackened and sharp, scraping at the ground -, shoulders rocking as if preparing to fight. It bared its teeth, allowing the fangs to show, snarling once more at the opponents. Imposing the lithe tiger was; a show of beauty and power marked into one. She wasn’t your average kitty cat.
A druid the real being happened to be. This was one of her preferred forms, especially when there was a fight ready to happen. And these regular humans were definitely pushing their luck pissing her off like this. Stupid traps and whips and all those little tools you would hunt a mindless tiger down with. Not Helen. Most definitely not Helen.
Don’t judge a thing until you know what’s inside it
Don’t push me
I’ll fight it
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up, no
The claws flexed from the pad as she swiped at the stick thrust her way. Shavings peeled away under her strike, and she shook her paw lightly as she set it back on the ground. Helen lowered her head, growling once again.
Another scent was in the air. It was one far more different than the smells that wafted through the air currents presently. Her lips fell back over her teeth, and her black nose twitched as she sniffed the air. Her eyes darted among her enemy, however, keeping a very close eye on them. Helen could never be sure when the little infidels were going to try and strike her with those sticks of theirs.
“Halt, monks. I can take care of this.”
The humans parted, glances made behind them. Helen could of struck so many upside their head right then it wasn’t funny. She was almost tempted to. They deserved to be smacked around. Learn how it feels to be a tiger once in a while. ‘Here, give me your stick. I’ll whack you a few times. Fun, isn’t it?’
The curviest woman Helen had eve met before was walking toward her. Decked in black, her blonde hair made her look like a q-tip. Helen sat up, tail still swishing angrily. The tiger head turned and made a gagging motion as transformations rippled the skin and Helen straightened to her height, pretending to wipe her mouth off. Those green eyes were just as poisonous on a young woman’s face as they were nestled into the furry face of a predator.
“Amelia… You know you never looked so ugly.”
If you can’t catch a wave
Then you’re never gonna ride it
You can’t come uninvited
“You’ve always been the one for crack jokes. You’re costing me big bucks, hunting you.”
“Coming right outta Daddy’s paycheck, is it? I bet those leather clothes cost more than a druid’s head, especially mine, stuffed and mounted on those whitewashed walls of yours.”
Amelia’s face instantly flushed beet red. Ice blue eyes flashed coldly. Helen didn’t phase. She reached up and straightened her vest, lifting her eyebrows in wait for the other girl’s response. Helen continued to infuriate Amelia when she didn’t reply.
“Not all of us have a Daddy that pays for the safety of their gifted daughter. Some of us grow up learning true survival instincts on the damned streets.”
“Being druid is not a gift! It’s a curse! I need to kill the tiger to be rid of it!”
“All right, kitty, let’s go at it, then.” Helen’s hands once more melted into large paws, stripes lining her body. Impatience shone in her face until it turned into the large head of the tiger once again. Helen lifted that head and gave a challenging roar.
Never gonna give in
Never gone give it up, no
Amelia, still red in the face, also changed into a feline as well. Black fur consumed the girl’s body and became much lighter than the tiger, smaller in body as well. Amelia was probably a little more agile and quicker in the panther form than Helen was in her tiger. Amelia’s growl returned the challenge.
The fight was on.
You can’t take me
I’m free
Oh yeah, I’m free
You can’t take me…
Got to fight another fight
I gotta run another night…
Shaei was panting. She was exhausted. All this sneaking around, all this cheating of others… She had assumed she would just be learning to be a better fighter. That wasn’t so much now. She had left Yaku behind… to be deceived by mentors, be defeated repeatedly by monsters and criminals of all sorts. She had once admired her current master. But now that she understood he was a chain in the command of evil, she wanted nothing of him.
Get it out, check it out
I’m on my way and I don’t feel right
I gotta get me back
I can’t be beat and that’s a fact
She rested by a tree, her black hair sticking around her flushed face. Shaei drew an arm across her face, wiping away as much sweat as she could. All the evil that had been pounded into her head rocked her unsteadily. She felt awful. Revenge would taste sweet, but it wouldn’t if she achieved it this way.
There were other ways. And through Yaku could be one of them. Poor Yaku. She stared down at her left hand, the engagement ring on her hand. So long ago… she had returned once to her village and he had been overjoyed. He proposed to her, and she accepted. Yaku hadn’t expected her to run off again. It nagged at her now. She cheated him once.
Lifting black eyes to the night sky overhead, she growled to herself. This time she was going back. If her mentor came looking for her, he could. But she wasn’t going to be made to go back. Revenge would be hers, but not through him. No, there were other ways… more than one path.
It’s okay, I’ll find a way
It ain’t gonna take me down, no way
Yaku, here she comes.
-=-==--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Don’t judge a thing until you know what’s inside it
The Force stung. Venta, who’s arms had been so highly raised with palms to the sky, was starting to curl inward. Her skin prickled with the sensation of the force being bottled. Hundreds of needles in her skin. With insects crawling over it. Insects that spread an acid flame over her skin. That’s how it felt. She had to hold on just a bit longer. She could pull it off. For the sake of her life. Those Jedi had to be beaten. The Republic. Everything. It had to be gone. And being on Sith Lady among hundreds did not appeal to her.
Her elbows were bending. She had to widen her stance a little more. She arched her chin upward, her orange eyes were as tight as she could make them. Her teeth were rubbing and gnashing and squeezing at each other. Her jaw would be sore, but she didn’t notice it now.
The soldiers were terribly confused. Some were even frightened. Some were in pain from her previous deeds. They only came closer. It made her job all the more easier. She almost laughed. Almost. Venta consumed their feelings, strengthened herself, willed herself a few moments of charging up the Force. Until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her body had no feeling by now. Her organs were diluted, she was sure.
Don’t push me
I’ll fight it
A battle cry tore through her throat and she unleashed her fury. Her arms straightened and her fingers curl into fists. Lightning spewed, tearing a radius of electrical storm, catching the soldiers. Waves rippled across the forest, tearing up ground and trees and shrub. It threw soldiers from them. She focused on bodies, corruption striking their bodies, blowing them up from the inside out.
It was harming her. Venta could feel it gnawing and chewing and scoring her to the very bones that kept her body standing. She had a terrible thought this act of destruction could very well dispose of her as well. No beast alive should be able to pull off such a stunt. And if they did, they should not for long. Her lungs felt compressed. Her muscles felt weakened.
Oh God.
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no…
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
What if she didn’t need his help? Jarai KNEW she didn’t need his help. So, why was she letting him help? Why was he part of this? Why was he anywhere NEAR her? He was nothing but a conceited whelp with nothing more than to follow her footsteps and torment her on her favorite historians yet; about how he had such access once to their ancient relics.
But, he was… kind of cute. Handsome even. Red hair, marvelous blue eyes…
If you can’t catch a wave
Then you’re never gonna ride it.
You can’t come uninvited
No, Jarai, you couldn’t think like that. Not when people counted on you to return the universe to its old ways. Not when you pitted foe against foe against foe. Not when you planned it. He couldn’t be allowed to intrude into your thoughts. If he did that, all her planning, all her careful plotting would be ruined, and she could wind up dead instead of her enemies. He was a recruit, a tool, nothing more. She was sunk if he became more than that. He wasn’t… allowed to…
Emotions and feelings were terrible things to have as a human being. They contradicted you sometimes. They filled your brain, your thoughts, your subconscious. They could make you act on impulse. Stupid impulse. Jarai hated that about herself. She could be impulsive and susceptible to her emotions. She struggled to purge them from her mind to think straight and clear, to see only her goal. The only thing she should be impulsive on.
And yet…
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give it up, no
You can’t take me
I’m free
==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“I thought you knew how to fly this thing!”
“Ma’am, the Covenant shot it! I’m doing my best to keep it stable.”
“Dear God in heaven, are we going to crash?”
“Aye, ma’am!”
Stacie spun back around and screamed for her men and women to prepare for emergency crash landing. Bloody aliens. If this war cost her life, she swore she was going to return from the dead and haunt the bastard who had taken her from the world.
Why did it all go wrong?
I wanna know what’s going on…
Beeps sounded around the flying vehicle. Stacie was jostled left and right, bounced and shaken as if a ragdoll. The events were quick, adrenaline making the time speed by. The inevitability of crashing seemed to take far too long, to contradict terms. In fact, she wasn’t sure when it all ended. She wasn’t sure how long things had been completely black.
And when she had woken up, she felt a tug at her boots and a squeezing in her upper arms. Everything was hazy and bleary. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Her eyes opened to slits, and she saw purple; a deep, rich, glowing violet. She heard the thudding of steps, and the pains of making her neck turn were enormous, but she noticed hooves. She hung her head again, which pounded with an incredible ache, letting the ground roll over her small field of vision as she was dragged between these two new characters.
What’s this holding me?
As her mind came to focus a little more, she made out four thick appendages clasping her triceps and bicep area. Her heart quickened just a little and she rolled her head once more, trying to see more of her surroundings. She could make out humming now, and warbling, unrecognized noises that formed no words but were obviously voices.
You’re a Marine, Stacie. You’re tough. What’s a little pain? Find out where you are!
Stacie managed to find a ‘knee’ of her captors. One was sheathed in red armor, and the other in gold. The joint of the ankle was odd, and down descended that huge hoof. Craning her neck a little more, blue highlights peered from the purple glow. She could see the heads of the captors…
And then she was dumped on the floor. That hurt more. She groaned this time. Stacie wasn’t sure she had felt this bad since boot camp. The golden hooves thumped away. She rolled over on her side to look at the specimen holding her. There was a protruding crown, part of the armor, and it bent down the crest and down the length of the creature’s face. There was a split jaw and hundreds of teeth within each section of the four part jaw. They heaved as the creature breathed. It looked down at her and growled something. His hoof came around and nudged her side back down, making her lay on her stomach again.
Elites… what did they want from her? Why did they bring her to their ship? Where were her other men?
Her instinct told her this was not going to end well at all.
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I gotta fight another fight
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
She howled at the barrier that separated her from the rest of the world. Being secluded was driving her nuts. How long had she been here? Ja’sar wasn’t sure. And she couldn’t believe it was only glass between her and freedom. Inches thick, see through, mirrored side glass! That was all it was! The other prisoners and the bloodthirsty, rebellious knights walked just by her.
Ja’sar screamed in outrage again, pounding her fists on the glass. “Look at me! Idiots! Someone!” Her voice was going hoarse. This time she sank to her knees, watching the fools pass her by. She turned slightly to peer at the trapdoor in which she had fallen from. Now she knew. It had been nearly three days. Most did not know she existed within this glass prison. Few did. All she wanted was one of those people to look her way, to get curious, to throw something that would shatter the barrier.
Palms against the cool glass, she followed her gaze longingly over the swords that passed her, wishing she could reach through and snag it, beat the glass and escape. If only… if only… and for once since her father had been murdered did she wish for someone to come and rescue her. She wanted a knight in shining armor now. She wanted someone who cared to rush in and notice the funny gleam in the mirror glass.
She turned her head into her sleeve, hiding her tears from an unknown person. It was instinct to hide such things. Ja’sar found it a weakness in the feminine nature. Her pride was too great to accept whatever ‘strength’ could be accepted from tears.
I gotta fight with all my might
I’m getting out
So check it out
A muffled yell from beyond the glass met her ears. Ja’sar quickly rubbed the tears from her eyes and looked up. The people were beginning to scatter. The worthless and unprotected prisoners pointed and quivered in obvious fear. She tried seeing in the direction they were pointing in. It was worthless. The smooth glass prevented her from seeing anywhere but directly in front of her.
A clattering nearly scared her wits from her. She turned quickly once more, standing to her feet. The trapdoor above her opened. Boots came first, followed by the rest of the body. The person crouched as he hit the floor, and he dove to the side. Another body fell from the ceiling. This one was short and stocky, making him unmistakable to be a dwarf. He was half the size of the human who fell in first, but he hefted a massive hammer thing.
The human’s face lifted, a devil’s smile perched on his lips. “Hello, Lady Ja’sar. You might want to be careful of my friend here.”
The dwarf had collected himself and was picking up his hammer. Ja’sar moved in almost numb shock toward the human. His smile only grew a bit wider. She reached him and touched his arm as he reached around his back and swung around a sword. It was her sword; the one that had been confiscated a long while ago. This time, Ja’sar smiled.
“Ready to get out of here? We’re fighting our way out.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And the dwarf’s hammer smashed through the glass, shattering the gateway to their escape.
You’re in my way
So you better watch out
Oh, come on
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The snarl was hideous. The beast crouched down, the green eyes flashing dangerously, it’s claws flexing – blackened and sharp, scraping at the ground -, shoulders rocking as if preparing to fight. It bared its teeth, allowing the fangs to show, snarling once more at the opponents. Imposing the lithe tiger was; a show of beauty and power marked into one. She wasn’t your average kitty cat.
A druid the real being happened to be. This was one of her preferred forms, especially when there was a fight ready to happen. And these regular humans were definitely pushing their luck pissing her off like this. Stupid traps and whips and all those little tools you would hunt a mindless tiger down with. Not Helen. Most definitely not Helen.
Don’t judge a thing until you know what’s inside it
Don’t push me
I’ll fight it
Never gonna give in
Never gonna give up, no
The claws flexed from the pad as she swiped at the stick thrust her way. Shavings peeled away under her strike, and she shook her paw lightly as she set it back on the ground. Helen lowered her head, growling once again.
Another scent was in the air. It was one far more different than the smells that wafted through the air currents presently. Her lips fell back over her teeth, and her black nose twitched as she sniffed the air. Her eyes darted among her enemy, however, keeping a very close eye on them. Helen could never be sure when the little infidels were going to try and strike her with those sticks of theirs.
“Halt, monks. I can take care of this.”
The humans parted, glances made behind them. Helen could of struck so many upside their head right then it wasn’t funny. She was almost tempted to. They deserved to be smacked around. Learn how it feels to be a tiger once in a while. ‘Here, give me your stick. I’ll whack you a few times. Fun, isn’t it?’
The curviest woman Helen had eve met before was walking toward her. Decked in black, her blonde hair made her look like a q-tip. Helen sat up, tail still swishing angrily. The tiger head turned and made a gagging motion as transformations rippled the skin and Helen straightened to her height, pretending to wipe her mouth off. Those green eyes were just as poisonous on a young woman’s face as they were nestled into the furry face of a predator.
“Amelia… You know you never looked so ugly.”
If you can’t catch a wave
Then you’re never gonna ride it
You can’t come uninvited
“You’ve always been the one for crack jokes. You’re costing me big bucks, hunting you.”
“Coming right outta Daddy’s paycheck, is it? I bet those leather clothes cost more than a druid’s head, especially mine, stuffed and mounted on those whitewashed walls of yours.”
Amelia’s face instantly flushed beet red. Ice blue eyes flashed coldly. Helen didn’t phase. She reached up and straightened her vest, lifting her eyebrows in wait for the other girl’s response. Helen continued to infuriate Amelia when she didn’t reply.
“Not all of us have a Daddy that pays for the safety of their gifted daughter. Some of us grow up learning true survival instincts on the damned streets.”
“Being druid is not a gift! It’s a curse! I need to kill the tiger to be rid of it!”
“All right, kitty, let’s go at it, then.” Helen’s hands once more melted into large paws, stripes lining her body. Impatience shone in her face until it turned into the large head of the tiger once again. Helen lifted that head and gave a challenging roar.
Never gonna give in
Never gone give it up, no
Amelia, still red in the face, also changed into a feline as well. Black fur consumed the girl’s body and became much lighter than the tiger, smaller in body as well. Amelia was probably a little more agile and quicker in the panther form than Helen was in her tiger. Amelia’s growl returned the challenge.
The fight was on.
You can’t take me
I’m free
Oh yeah, I’m free