( She's closed her eyes somewhere along in the process of them moving to focus on a mantra of just a little longer. Her reponses are still a beat late, but she's keeping conscious. That's the most important part. )
< I'll be fine! >
( Part of her notes he's surprisingly gentle, while a larger part of her feels a good, sturdy bit of ground beneath her body and pushes for the demorph. )
< That'd just be a waste of -- >
( Her Thought Speak cuts off as her body contorts, shoulders moving up and back as her chest broadens, still covered in fur. Popping sounds that aren't really sound at all accompany the shifting of joints, the widening of the pelvis and the change in the spine as the coyote becomes less canine and more Homo sapiens in disjointed, disturbing, random ways.
Her toes extend, thinning out and losing the fur as her nails retract, giving her human fingernails in a thick, strange black before the color fades. Her muzzle pulls in toward her face, nose losing its wet sheen as the red, ragged flesh shows pink underneath, then slightly darkened tan.
Having bled enough to leave the ground decorated even as the coyote fur pulled back into her skin, wounds knitting over and disappearing as human stamped out canine, Collette finds she's flopped down on her stomach in a puddle of blood and the usual dirt, wearing her not so pristine tank-top, her bra, and her underwear.
That's it, she vows to herself. I'm fixing that stupid morph suit as soon as we get back from this place!
The last thing to normalize is what used to be the coyote's tail, sucking back up and joining the rest of her spine as she pushed herself up, attempting to not so gracefully sit up and prove that she was totally okay and also entirely not embarrassed at all.
She's just glad it's probably dark enough he can't tell she's blushing. )
It'd just be a waste. See?
( She holds up her hands, ignoring the fact they're both stained with coyote blood, that she's not exactly dressed for polite company, and also that there is no simply easy explanation for what'd just happened.
So she smiles, waggling her fingers. )
Totally fine! A little dirty, but 100% healthy, hale, and whole. I promise.
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< I'll be fine! >
( Part of her notes he's surprisingly gentle, while a larger part of her feels a good, sturdy bit of ground beneath her body and pushes for the demorph. )
< That'd just be a waste of -- >
( Her Thought Speak cuts off as her body contorts, shoulders moving up and back as her chest broadens, still covered in fur. Popping sounds that aren't really sound at all accompany the shifting of joints, the widening of the pelvis and the change in the spine as the coyote becomes less canine and more Homo sapiens in disjointed, disturbing, random ways.
Her toes extend, thinning out and losing the fur as her nails retract, giving her human fingernails in a thick, strange black before the color fades. Her muzzle pulls in toward her face, nose losing its wet sheen as the red, ragged flesh shows pink underneath, then slightly darkened tan.
Having bled enough to leave the ground decorated even as the coyote fur pulled back into her skin, wounds knitting over and disappearing as human stamped out canine, Collette finds she's flopped down on her stomach in a puddle of blood and the usual dirt, wearing her not so pristine tank-top, her bra, and her underwear.
That's it, she vows to herself. I'm fixing that stupid morph suit as soon as we get back from this place!
The last thing to normalize is what used to be the coyote's tail, sucking back up and joining the rest of her spine as she pushed herself up, attempting to not so gracefully sit up and prove that she was totally okay and also entirely not embarrassed at all.
She's just glad it's probably dark enough he can't tell she's blushing. )
It'd just be a waste. See?
( She holds up her hands, ignoring the fact they're both stained with coyote blood, that she's not exactly dressed for polite company, and also that there is no simply easy explanation for what'd just happened.
So she smiles, waggling her fingers. )
Totally fine! A little dirty, but 100% healthy, hale, and whole. I promise.