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"Ow....Ow, ow...." Amnity slowly got to her feet, still clutching her head from an unknown pain, though the body parts that actually made contact with the wall were her arms and back. She felt her way to the stretcher, not opening her eyes as she sat down. The hunter leaned forward, locks of her silver hair fell over her face as she tried to knock the rest of her animal instincts away. She had to stay human no, she didn't. She wasn't human anymore, she was never human. Amnity felt a smile tug at the side of her lips. Lycan...Werewolf... "Mephlius?....Mephlius are you still there?"

((I'm getting to that.))

Amnity didn't remove her hand away from her face, she didn't look up even though her love was there beside her. She thought it was over...She thought that she had gone through the worst. She was wrong. Suddenly, her head jerked back and she let out a loud growl. It was agony, and this was the part she was waiting for. Some of her bones forcibly elongate and changed their shape inside, carving themselves into the structure of wolves bones. She could feel fangs growing, her nails shaping into claws. Her breathe was ragged again, her long silver hair falling over her face and hands as she quickly sat up. In a fraction of a second, she shot over another corner of the room, crashing into the wall in immense force. There was one last roar, loud and terrifying, one that could only come from a full wolf. Amnity felt fur growing over her skin, her body shrinking to a canine like form. She couldn't remember...It was so painful. She couldn't remember...

A minute or two later, she shook her head, then tried to stand up. She couldn't, she stumbled a bit, then just stayed on all four paws. Paws! Her ears perked up as she looked at herself. It was hard to see, because she was wrapped inside her black jacket. It was like putting a human jacket on a wolf, it wasn't fun. She stumbled a bit and fell, tripping on her own clothes. Ouch! Amnity let out a light bark. I barked! She struggled out of her long black jacket that no longer fit her. The light from the hospital room blinded her for a few seconds, then her eyes adjusted. She looked around, then up. She felt so short! Almost half the side of her human form standing up. She looked at herself, then turned her head a bit to look at her tail. I have a tail! I have a tail! For a few seconds, she chased her own tail, just for the hell of it. When she got dizzy, she stopped. The lycan dashed over to a mirror in the room, looking at her own reflection. She was indeed a wolf, which disappointed her a bit. She let out a sad whimper, sad that she wasn't a wolf-man like figure like in the movies, or like Mephlius. Amnity noticed that her fur was silver like her hair, and her eyes were still a deep crimson red. She bore her teeth at the mirror, it looked like she was threatening it, but she was really just seeing what her fangs looked like. I'm a lycan! I can't believe it!

For some reason, it felt nice when Mephlius scratched her behind the ear. Must be a wolf thing. She shook her head and let out a rough snort, wanting him to stop the scratching before she got too attached to it. She looked back at the mirror, then poked her reflection with her snout before letting out a serious of light growls and barks. "Should I stay in this form? Or should I go back to my human self?"

Amnity complied, looking around a bit, trying to get used to the new body. She looked at Mephlius, then noticed his aroma. Why haven't I noticed it before? She thought as she leaned over to smell his hair. How could I not notice it? It was strong and so familiar. Her regular human nose picked it up only when he held her close to him, but even then it wasn't that clear. It was like he was wearing a strong cologne now, I nice smelling one. Cinimon...With a hint of lavender.

She got up and began walking around a bit, but stumbled at times, not used to walking. The lycan went to her jacket and nuzzled it with her nose. She picked it up with her teeth, then sauntered over to her gun holster and belt. I could get used to this...

((Why wouldn't you tell me something like that?!))

Amnity arranged her weapons and revolvers, avoiding any contact with her silver rounds. She tried her best to fold her jacket and clothes with her teeth and nose, but it took a while and it got frustrating. She let out an angry growl, then huffed in irritation. What I'd do to have hands and fingers again...

After about an hour, she got bored, laying on the stretcher with her head on her paws, obviously bored at the lack of something to do. She had tried chasing her tail again, but that only made her dizzy. Lifting her head, she began barking and growling. "Hey Mephlius...I feel weird...Can I turn back to my human form now?"

Amnity didn't understand what he meant by that, but she just ignored it and got off the stretcher. She picked up her black jacket and tried her best to put her paws through the sleeves without it sagging. Alright....Uh....How do I do this?... She sat down and closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Her blood began to burn under her skin, a growl erupting from her throat as the adrenaline began pulsing again. She could see flashes of red behind her closed eyes, baring her teeth in frustration. Amnity couldn't feel herself transforming though, when she opened her eyes and let out a dissatisfied bark. What the hell is going on!? Her silver fur bristled as she growled again, now displaying her incisors. She snarled in frustration, angry with herself more then anything else.

Amnity's ears flattened against her head as she whimpered, her gaze dropping to the ground the same way they would if she were sad in her human form. "...You're right....This is a lot harder then it seems...Is there any way I can turn back to my human form though?" Her growls and barks were low and passive, she just wants to know how to get back to her normal self...The way she has been all her life.