At the incredibly young age of seven and a half, New Julie was already a astoundingly good hunter, even if she was simply not as experienced as those older than her. At the incredibly young age of seven and a half, New Julie was already a astoundingly good hunter, even if she was simply not as experienced as those older than her. For right now, the new reality for New Julie was focused solely on her, contained, singular. But it wouldn't stay that way for long. She didn't just go climb down the tree from the balcony like she and her brother had done before to meet their new friends. Instead she was taking the long way down, ironically meaning she'd infect more with the cascading magic as she went along.
The damaged and buggy magic was no longer part of the whole, but had indeed now entered New Julie herself, focused completely within her.
What had been a fantasy for Jaali Ostania and Jabari Ostania that they knew they had no right to force on mankind, might happen anyway whether they liked it or not.
A leopard woman, who was an accountant from New York, saw the child who had apparently gone native, or maybe was taking the vacation in Africa a bit too stereotypical, and politely waved at her.
New Julie politely acknowledged her even if they weren't of the same tribe, that was no reason not to show respect.
"Hello dear." The leopard woman said in her pink bathrobe.
"Hujambo," New Julie said back calmly in Swahili.
The leopard woman stiffened as her bathrobe dissolved, and tribal markings appeared that accented her spots, and gained muscle mass an average city girl would have even after her transformation.
Neither noticed as Julie just kept walking, maybe carrying her spear while not on the hunt was rather brash or even challenging, but New Julie felt comfortable with it.