16th of Spring, 516 AV
Urkut stretched her muscles slowly. She bent over, touching her toes, then stood and reached for the ceiling. She raised one foot to her waist and held it in her hand, savoring the gentle burn of the stretch.
She had never been taught to stretch before Morphing, but she felt as though it were important regardless. It seemed intuitive, almost. If she were to be stretching and changing her body, shouldn't she warm up?
Urkut bounced on her toes for another moment, breathing in and out deliberately. She had very little practice with the magic art, and harbored some anxiety about the dangers. However, she was stubborn beyond imagination, and would not give up for fear.
Once she felt adequately prepared, Urkut moved to place herself before the broad window of her room. In poured the light of the moon, bathing the floor in shimmering ripples. She stared absently for a moment, before turning back to face the window.
She had only ever transformed miniscule pieces of herself before. She had changed her own eye color, but that was the most radical. Tonight, she aspired to find something more bestial in nature. She wanted to see her hands as paws, claws at the ready. She had no model but the Myrian Tigers back home, but she was confident in her memory. Closing her eyes, she conjured up their images.
Massive paws the size of her head crushed pebbles beneath them. Huge teeth stretched from their grinning faces as they strode forward. There was no slinking for Myrian Tigers, for they were not ashamed. Their claws flexed out, gripping the dirt to propel themselves forward. The pads of their feet were rough as leather, with webbing to help them swim, and fur to keep them clean.
She imagined herself as one of the tigers, licking her paws clean of the enemy's blood. She smiled at the image. Yes, she felt confident, powerful, wild .
Eyes still closed, she began to conjure her djed. Seeing her own body change gave her nightmares, but the rush she got from dispelling djed was heavenly. The airy fog-like substance was tangible to her fingers, and she wiggled them almost gleefully. Now was the time. She was ready.
Urkut stretched her muscles slowly. She bent over, touching her toes, then stood and reached for the ceiling. She raised one foot to her waist and held it in her hand, savoring the gentle burn of the stretch.
She had never been taught to stretch before Morphing, but she felt as though it were important regardless. It seemed intuitive, almost. If she were to be stretching and changing her body, shouldn't she warm up?
Urkut bounced on her toes for another moment, breathing in and out deliberately. She had very little practice with the magic art, and harbored some anxiety about the dangers. However, she was stubborn beyond imagination, and would not give up for fear.
Once she felt adequately prepared, Urkut moved to place herself before the broad window of her room. In poured the light of the moon, bathing the floor in shimmering ripples. She stared absently for a moment, before turning back to face the window.
She had only ever transformed miniscule pieces of herself before. She had changed her own eye color, but that was the most radical. Tonight, she aspired to find something more bestial in nature. She wanted to see her hands as paws, claws at the ready. She had no model but the Myrian Tigers back home, but she was confident in her memory. Closing her eyes, she conjured up their images.
Massive paws the size of her head crushed pebbles beneath them. Huge teeth stretched from their grinning faces as they strode forward. There was no slinking for Myrian Tigers, for they were not ashamed. Their claws flexed out, gripping the dirt to propel themselves forward. The pads of their feet were rough as leather, with webbing to help them swim, and fur to keep them clean.
She imagined herself as one of the tigers, licking her paws clean of the enemy's blood. She smiled at the image. Yes, she felt confident, powerful, wild .
Eyes still closed, she began to conjure her djed. Seeing her own body change gave her nightmares, but the rush she got from dispelling djed was heavenly. The airy fog-like substance was tangible to her fingers, and she wiggled them almost gleefully. Now was the time. She was ready.
