Late Night Blues [open]
Feb 10, 2014 17:53:51 GMT -5
Post by lysse on Feb 10, 2014 17:53:51 GMT -5
"it is a cruel trade"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | Lysse squirmed under the eyes of the crowd, reeling back into something of a scared position. It was as if she was a cornered animal with nothing to loose; her knees were flat together, her legs parallel to each other. Her hands were extended forward, her fingers outstretched as if they were claws she was extending forward. "Bastard! I'm not your friend-" The zorua barely had time to finish her sentence before she was grabbed by a security guard around the neck. She struggled, which in reaction, caused to guard to grip her tighter. "Oy! Don't remember letting this one in. A little hasty isn't she?" The words spoke from the bouncer's mouth, while Lysse reached down her hands to behind her back. If she could just reach her tail, she could yank it and revert back to a zorua. Her arm fell from pulling the man off her to her hind, in which a strong pull made her clench her incisors together. In her hand was her obvious, small appendage of dark colors, and she had pulled it out of desperation. It hurt, and simple pain made her shoot back to her true form. In seconds, the girl's figure had completely changed from a human to a fox. Lysse didn't like exposing herself to the public like this, but if she hadn't, she would've been choked. It's better off living, I guess! Grey fur grew placid along her skin, sometimes being in the form of red. However, her pelt tended to be rather muddy and unkempt, and fleas dropped from her hide. They probably thought she was some kind of werewolf, turning into a Zorua like that. "Now you've done it!" She cried, whipping her hind legs into the guard face with gusto, leaving him stunned and surprised. Not every day was it that you got to meet the master of illusions, but today was a special day for the witnesses. Lysse also found that this was the way she sneaked in- without special ability, life would be pretty hard for her, being orphaned on the streets. She flung herself onto an empty table, where she then reappeared as the small girl everyone met her as today. She stroked her hands across her hair, blinking as if indifferent. "I don't like people touching me," She said plainly, "So I'd appreciate if that got rammed into all your heads quickly and non-violently." |