[Her jaw starts hurting abruptly, the itching at her shoulder blades intensifying until it's almost unbearable. She's not about to reach down the back of her shirt when she should be paying attention to this conversation--
Except when she tries to ask the stranger what he means by 'won't come off via force' it comes out as a strangled sound that's somewhere between feline protests and human speech.
A splitting pain races down her back and she feels something burst outward, pressing against her shirt. Her glaive slips from her grip. Her warhammer and sword hit the ground.
And she finds herself floundering inside her clothes, brown-pawed and hawk-winged and trying not to panic about it. ]
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Except when she tries to ask the stranger what he means by 'won't come off via force' it comes out as a strangled sound that's somewhere between feline protests and human speech.
A splitting pain races down her back and she feels something burst outward, pressing against her shirt. Her glaive slips from her grip. Her warhammer and sword hit the ground.
And she finds herself floundering inside her clothes, brown-pawed and hawk-winged and trying not to panic about it. ]