She hit the deck as a wolf. She wakes up on the concrete as a human.
Groggily, Nimona pushes herself upright, rubbing her head. "Owwww," she groans under her breath. Through the pain, she tries to take stock of her surroundings. The last thing she remembers, she was lunging for the Captain to try and rip that collar off his neck. How did...?
The wooziness snaps into an aching sharp clarity once she spots the bars. Okay, yikes, but no problem, she'll just -- she sucks in a quick breath and --
Nothing. No sparks. No change. Nothing but the itch slowly crawling up her ribcage, like sandpaper scraping her bones raw.
"No," she whispers; whimpers, really, as she drags herself to her feet. "No, no, no no nonononono -- "
It's the tourney all over again, but there's no way out this time -- she grabs at the bars, rattles them -- "Nonononononono please -- " tries to climb higher and slips the moment she can't shift her muscles and her balance into the right spots -- "NO -- "
And screaming, raw-throated and feral, Nimona starts attacking the bars. Fists, legs, teeth, her whole soft squishy defenseless human body: they're the only weapon she has anymore.
open to anyone who can see her (maxwell, max, gwen, darcy, anyone who escapes their cell)
Groggily, Nimona pushes herself upright, rubbing her head. "Owwww," she groans under her breath. Through the pain, she tries to take stock of her surroundings. The last thing she remembers, she was lunging for the Captain to try and rip that collar off his neck. How did...?
The wooziness snaps into an aching sharp clarity once she spots the bars. Okay, yikes, but no problem, she'll just -- she sucks in a quick breath and --
Nothing. No sparks. No change. Nothing but the itch slowly crawling up her ribcage, like sandpaper scraping her bones raw.
"No," she whispers; whimpers, really, as she drags herself to her feet. "No, no, no no nonononono -- "
It's the tourney all over again, but there's no way out this time -- she grabs at the bars, rattles them -- "Nonononononono please -- " tries to climb higher and slips the moment she can't shift her muscles and her balance into the right spots -- "NO -- "
And screaming, raw-throated and feral, Nimona starts attacking the bars. Fists, legs, teeth, her whole soft squishy defenseless human body: they're the only weapon she has anymore.