by Cailleach » Wed Nov 21, 2018 8:39 pm
For a moment her hands unclench and Sam can feel a response coming on, but as Sam goes on Cailleach starts shaking and fingernails dig into her palms to the point of blood.
"Maybe I should show you!" she roars and beneath the too-large coat the skin above her shoulderblades tears from clenched muscles and bones stab out, muscles and tendons winding around them, followed by feathers. It's painful in a way her shifting never is, like clenching a muscle that's already cramping. Intentional and suffering through it just for the sake of hurting Sam along with herself. "Rathangan, Bracknagh Road, aye!?"