Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
"Definitely." Ellyra said, agreeing with the Sword's words. She nodded, eyes drifting slightly as far off thoughts and memories of the creatures flitted behind her eyes.
When he asked of her shift, however, she beamed.
Much like she had when she met Ronin at the coffee stand, Ellyra immediately set down everything that was in her hands and shifted. Her delicate frame lowered to all fours and before the hybrid was a large, majestic lioness with rippling muscles covered in a golden coat -- the embodiment of what Safrin saw in her soul.
Even though she was terrified more than she was brave, these days.
When he asked of her shift, however, she beamed.
Much like she had when she met Ronin at the coffee stand, Ellyra immediately set down everything that was in her hands and shifted. Her delicate frame lowered to all fours and before the hybrid was a large, majestic lioness with rippling muscles covered in a golden coat -- the embodiment of what Safrin saw in her soul.
Even though she was terrified more than she was brave, these days.
Before I make the final sacrifice
