After struggling for a minute, she realized that the screws on the chains holding her to the wall were loose, she could use this as an opportunity to escape. Marina shook around, trying to get the shackles as taut as they could before falling off the wall. She was pleading mentally for just a little more strength, just a little bit more wild energy, something so she could escape this place. Just before the witch could get close to Marina with a potion bottle in hand, Marina flexed really hard and started to transform again. She started to feel seething rage boil inside her, she was losing her mind to a single, dominant thought. “SURVIVE”
The witch watched as the beast on the wall started to spazz out. “Oh, don’t freak out now, we haven’t even tried the fun potion yet.” What she didn’t realize was her subject was becoming savage, getting stronger and more unhinged the longer she stayed chained up. She turned towards the beast on the wall, prepared to sedate it, but never got the chance. A metal shackle with a wall screw smacked her straight across the temple, and she dropped her potion on the floor, her body making a loud *THUD* before hitting the stone floor.
The beast sniffed the witch laid out on the floor, alive, but unconscious. Sent by instinct, it quickly dashed out of the dungeon and out of the building towards the woods while its body shifted. It grew furrier and darker, its pelt became matted. It’s claws became sharper and longer, its eyes became bloodshot. It was no longer Marina, and it wanted out of this populated area. She sniffed around and had another urge hit it, a need to breed. She would take a strong male and take it away from civilization so it could mate and breed its young. Where would it go?