by Samantha McManus » Thu Jan 16, 2020 8:38 pm
After a long night, both at the club and upon their return, Sam is sprawled across their shared bed in exhaustion. Though she's no longer projecting the wild vision of the Morrigan she'd entranced the club with, her stature and build are more than a little reminiscent of it. Her ears still come to points, her tired murmurs escaping framed by fangs as still-wolfish eyes flutter. Any efforts she made to shave have been reversed and then some by the night's festivities, and more than a few shed ginger hairs on the bedspread speak to at least one of the forms she wore in granting Tereza's wolf's request.