Ray
Have you ever heard a shadow?
A whisper at night?
A whisper at night?
The sound of a cracking whip had Ray in motion. Jumping to her feet, she drew her own dagger. Eyes snapping to the screaming plant, she decided to shift into her panther form. Being mindful of the flames from the whip, Ray did her best to keep the creature pinned. Hopefully the weight of a panther and the bindings of a whip were enough to keep it subdued.
Assuming this was successful, Ray eyed Maeve curiously. She didn't have the ability to communicate with the Accepted in this form. But the head tilt was hopefully clear enough to get the gist of it. What next? Do we capture it or kill it?
Assuming this was successful, Ray eyed Maeve curiously. She didn't have the ability to communicate with the Accepted in this form. But the head tilt was hopefully clear enough to get the gist of it. What next? Do we capture it or kill it?
The soft sound of paws,
In the dead of night?
In the dead of night?
