Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
She was already on the beach when the broadcast hit her. She stopped, stark still, eyes wide and her face drawing white. The happiness in the broadcast, the joy in the voice and the brightness of each lifting tone made her stomach twist. Her amber eyes flicked this way and that and she did the only think she knew how to do -- she shifted.
Delicate skin covered with thick fur and broad, hardened muscles rippled beneath her shining golden coat. She stood still for quite some time after her shifting, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She pushed her lioness nature to take over, to bring some courage to the surface.
It was only a feline curiosity, though, that drew her first step. Then the next. And the next.
She finally slunk in, eyes shifting between the table and the floating - churning - moving - joyful thing.
Delicate skin covered with thick fur and broad, hardened muscles rippled beneath her shining golden coat. She stood still for quite some time after her shifting, trying to regain some semblance of composure. She pushed her lioness nature to take over, to bring some courage to the surface.
It was only a feline curiosity, though, that drew her first step. Then the next. And the next.
She finally slunk in, eyes shifting between the table and the floating - churning - moving - joyful thing.
Before I make the final sacrifice
