05-29-2018, 05:40 PM
She looked at the two agreeing and cast a glance at the magic user. <b>"Care to join?"</b> The more there were present, the more likely they could hunt a bigger prey. Nashota tended to be fastidious in her meals; keeping as much food with her as possible from her hunts so that, when she was low on money, she could focus on spending it on necessities like shelter, clothes, and weapons.
She paced a few feet to her left and began stripping, methodically placing her clothes, undergarments, and weapons in the small smattering of bushes she found there. She didn't waste time on pleasantries; pleasantries were for friends and family. The latter were all dead, and the former were few and far in-between. <b>"You can call me Nashota,"</b> she said on the tail-end of Darbison's greeting.
She ignored any stares that might have been tossed her way; she'd gotten used to the trivial business of stripping before a shift. She grew taller when she shifted because her legs extended to include the hock of a wolf, and her spine grew curved from the half-form she took in a shift. Her ears would move up, to the top of her head to take on a more triangular shape, and her nose and mouth would jut forward to mimic a wolf's muzzle. The muscles of her body would rip her clothing when she wore it as she changed into a beast meant for being <i>more</i>, donning a thick copse of midnight black fur.
The last of her belongings safely hidden away in the bushes, Nashota stayed crouched where she was. The magic user had washed the homeless male, and now the air was heavy with the scents of the forest. She took a full breath and tossed over her shoulder, <b>"I scent boar to the north, so that's where I'll be going."</b> The smile she gave was tight; she'd never shifted in front of anyone but her parents. <b>"Keep up if you can."</b>
The shift was instantaneous and smooth; one moment, a human, and the next, a beast. She didn't give them time to inspect her canine form; she crouched and dashed in the direction of north, following the scent of their quarry.
She paced a few feet to her left and began stripping, methodically placing her clothes, undergarments, and weapons in the small smattering of bushes she found there. She didn't waste time on pleasantries; pleasantries were for friends and family. The latter were all dead, and the former were few and far in-between. <b>"You can call me Nashota,"</b> she said on the tail-end of Darbison's greeting.
She ignored any stares that might have been tossed her way; she'd gotten used to the trivial business of stripping before a shift. She grew taller when she shifted because her legs extended to include the hock of a wolf, and her spine grew curved from the half-form she took in a shift. Her ears would move up, to the top of her head to take on a more triangular shape, and her nose and mouth would jut forward to mimic a wolf's muzzle. The muscles of her body would rip her clothing when she wore it as she changed into a beast meant for being <i>more</i>, donning a thick copse of midnight black fur.
The last of her belongings safely hidden away in the bushes, Nashota stayed crouched where she was. The magic user had washed the homeless male, and now the air was heavy with the scents of the forest. She took a full breath and tossed over her shoulder, <b>"I scent boar to the north, so that's where I'll be going."</b> The smile she gave was tight; she'd never shifted in front of anyone but her parents. <b>"Keep up if you can."</b>
The shift was instantaneous and smooth; one moment, a human, and the next, a beast. She didn't give them time to inspect her canine form; she crouched and dashed in the direction of north, following the scent of their quarry.