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[ Her eyes blinded.

Her body sore.

Y'shtola was glad that her and Thancred both had found a cavern to rest in as those nights were coming quicker and quicker. Though she could see the Aether around her, Y'shtola couldn't tell the phases of the moon. Sometimes, it grew hard to tell the days apart as well - especially when her and Thancred made their time away.

Only a few of the Scions knew where they wandered off to around this time of the month. And other then a small question of if they should really go out to the wild instead of being chained up (that won't work, their bodies shift so much that they could escape half-change,) it was seen as fine.

Thancred would know. His eyes still worked, even if his appearance were odd. Both of them were. The two of them both wore cloaks - she pulled hers back, and closed her eyes. If she could still see, she would be a little more awkward at this time. For to preserve their clothes, they would need to strip naked. Some of her mane poking out from the collar, she spoke. Still facing towards him. ]

Is it nearing that night?

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[ Her fingers seem to dance across his breast area, even as her hands shift to paws - claws growing, and fur still not growing for her. It seemed to be dancing from her hands downwards - along with her feet.

And her smile turning to a grin, before he rubs near her eye. That's when she gives a small frown once more. ]

Faded... as I would expect. I cannot maintain the spell needed...

But your fur is quite soft. No wonder small forest creatures are attracted to you.

Crazy nutkins. I would think they would run from me instead of nesting in my fur.

[He takes her hand and kisses the back of it, before his transformation can get too far. Before he's too much the wolf. He can feel his muscles, bones, and skin start to shift, letting go of her hand as he becomes the werewolf.]

It's complete.

[ And as he has finished, so has she - letting out a roar as she did. The lion - standing taller then him for once. Blinded, but ears twitching as she smelled around. Her domain. Before turning to... stand by the side of Thancred, nudging her mane in his direction. That grin still painted on her face. ]

And we are free. Much better then the Ishgardian room I was in for the first time.

[ For her first shift, she had felt sickly before the trip to meet with Matoya. And, well. She caused a lot of panic. ]

But you barely seem to threaten those Nutkin, as I have. To think the one who heals is more frightening.

I was lucky that I was in the wilds when I first transformed, even if it was a shock, and I was alone. [He shakes his fur out for a second, before turning to nuzzle at Y'shtola's new mane.] Beautiful as always.

[A gentle tug on her mane to get her to walk to the opening of the cave.]

I try not to threaten them. They're actually kind of cute.

[ She will walk, and give a slight purr. ]
I still wonder if Tataru shall ever recover from that shock. They thought I eaten.

...but if only I could see this beauty or cuteness. My sight is not full of colour, and shapes twist with their Aether, when I can see. It is how I could tell you were... you.

[She seems to stop at the entrance, feeling the breeze go though her fur. Smelling everything - before she seems to focus on an area.]

I smell poachers. What do you say we have some... fun?

In the morning, I'll see if I can find one for you to pet. They seem to be attracted to me even in human form. Then maybe you can at least feel how soft they are.

[He stops and takes a sniff himself, before giving a low yip of happiness.]

I believe we shall.

You smell wolfish, even as a man. It's quite a nice scent, if I must say so. Unique.

[ She just admitted she likes something about him. But really, she loves him.

Her body shaking in excitement, she held back a roar. No sense warning them. ]

Lead the way, then. And warn me of any large drops, yes?

[He joins her with a loud howl.]

Yes, of course. It's a gradual slope for now.

...Thank you.

[ She's moving at a brisk pace, keeping her paws careful.

Before she speaks again, quietly. ]

How far should we scare them? I would feast on their flesh if left to my own - purrhaps that is the bestial mind speaking.

[There's a small chuckle from him before he speaks.]

I say we leave at least a few alive to return to their main camp... they can spread tales of the guardians of this land.

[ Her voice was full of laughter, even as they drew close - close enough for at least one of them to see poachers, with their Chocobo tied up in quite vile ways. Laughter... and her grin. ]

Guardians. That sounds like a nice title.
Giving back a little as we have our fun. But, you know... I might have trouble holding back. I can't see their injuries.

But I can. And you know I will stop you if I think it's overboard.

[He didn't want to end up the targets of hunting groups, thank you very much.]

After you, m'lady.

[ She gives a little nod - before pouncing with a roar. Some of the people began to run, but others grabbed their weapons.

And that's when it happened. Dark ice emerged from the ground - looking more like corrupted Aether then actual attacks. Yup, she's going rather... nuts as she has captured one of them.

But it looks like one of them is aiming arrows at the lion. ]