Marcy walked down Main Street. She wasn't in too much of a hurry, but she
wasn't dragging her feet either. She decided to take a shortcut through an
alley.
Marcy instantly found herself surrounded but shadowy figures. A couple
seemed to have switchblades on them.
Ty could feel her fear and didn't like the odds she was up against. Ty willed
her body to reshape itself into her painted persona.
Marcy first felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as fur started filling up her
bare skin. Her hands lost the pinkies but allowed the other fingers to thicken
into paw like digets with sharp claws springing forth ready for action.
Her muscles tightened and coiled like snakes ready to strike with lightning
quick accuracy. Her overall height decreased a little, her knees and ankles
rose in proportion to the ground to become digigrade legs. Her face
ballooned out into a fierce muzzle harboring sharp meat tearing teeth.
Her clothing morphed as well into the outfit that she had painted on her
character earlier. Leather straps that held only the basic modesty needs for
her. The clothing shift allowed for her tail to shoot straight out unhindered.
Her body seemed to become enveloped in a black shadow due to her fur
filling out the rest of her form.
The last changes were twin samarai swords that appeared holstered to her
back, her ears shifting straight to the top of her head and forming points, and
her eyes that narrowed into green cat eyes.
The thugs were frozen in place unsure of what they were dealing with. Then
Marcy remembered them. She snapped out of her transformative droll as her
freshly in place warrior instincts allowed her to draw her swords in the blink of
an eye. Her tail shook with rage as a growl began to build deep in her throat.