Quickly, you rummage through the cuboard within your room. Finding only a pair of loose track suit pants, you pulled them up.
Before you exited the room, you caught your reflection. It was to awful to be true. The strong, but lean, physic of this red, hairy version self. The thick mat of dark, red hairs jetting over your shoulders. The sharp fangs good enough to tear fleash off the bone. The sharp nails on both your hands and fury feet. You were an animal shifter, apparently.
You slipped outwards from your room and down the carpeted hall. Along the wall were other doors. All shut, and all best to be avoided in your mind, It was quickly thst you entered a sort of causal room. It had a kitchen in one corner, a loung with a large flat screen, a dining table and a small, area by a door with an assortment of various shoes.
What was this room?
“Hello beastly,” said a voice from behind.
You hadn’t noticed them. There sitting at the dinging table with a fruity grin.