tigereyes
Junior Member
She nervously made her way out of the sewer. She saw her clothes in a pile on the floor as she left, useless to her now in this brutal, bulky form. Thankfully she wasn't capable of crying anymore, or didn't feel capable. She didn't want to give Griffon the satisfaction. She moved gingerly, still unsure, but slightly pleased at how responsive her body was. At least it moved when she wanted it to. She awkwardly climbed up the ladder to the street. They replaced her hands with something powerful, but not quite humanoid, and it made gripping difficult. She found she could retract razor sharp claws from them, but for most everyday purposes, these hands were a burden.
She finally emerged on the street and saw the bike. Two young urchins were playing, and froze when they saw her, and ran. So she scared children. That's nice to know. Her mind buzzed with information. She knew Griffon and the butcher were present there, seeing what she saw. She had a short timeline to get them their money. She was powerless to resist, or she knew it would be her death. She got on the bike, and drove to where she knew some of the black market credit unions were.
@ClassyBunny
She finally emerged on the street and saw the bike. Two young urchins were playing, and froze when they saw her, and ran. So she scared children. That's nice to know. Her mind buzzed with information. She knew Griffon and the butcher were present there, seeing what she saw. She had a short timeline to get them their money. She was powerless to resist, or she knew it would be her death. She got on the bike, and drove to where she knew some of the black market credit unions were.
@ClassyBunny