WESSEX
“Do I want to break it in?” Said as if there could be no question about what she wants, Wessex snort-chuckles and gives him a look before ducking out from underneath his arm. Backing away slowly, she tries to gauge the amount of space needed for her Escalade-sized shift (it’s a little difficult for her to estimate, given that she has absolutely no size concept of SUVs).
“Aight, let’s see what you think of this.” Her body begins to transform, shifting and whirring as her spine expands and the metal in her arms grows, extends, and sharpens. And much like one of those sponge-dinosaurs in a bathtub, she grows exponentially in size, until she looks over at Cal and gives a bit of a scree as a taunt.
She’s not sure she’ll fly in here, but she is curious about what he’ll do.
“Aight, let’s see what you think of this.” Her body begins to transform, shifting and whirring as her spine expands and the metal in her arms grows, extends, and sharpens. And much like one of those sponge-dinosaurs in a bathtub, she grows exponentially in size, until she looks over at Cal and gives a bit of a scree as a taunt.
She’s not sure she’ll fly in here, but she is curious about what he’ll do.
the resistance
never backing down
never backing down
