by Isolde Schwarz » Sat Aug 20, 2016 12:47 am
Isolde takes the blow Tereza makes to her helpfully looming face, stumbling back. It doesn't faze her for long, as she wipes the blood from her cut lip with a sleeve, smirking.
"Oh, oh, it must be my birthday..."
Her frame wrenches and cracks, suddenly filling out her clothes much better, dark hair sprouting over her wrists and the back of her hands as her nails push forth into thick talons.