It's very different from what Stacia's used to. Garou and other Fera shift on a slider from human to their war form to animal and back the other way with a couple stops in between. It's smooth and natural and meant-to-be: all five shapes are their own.
This is...well, it looks like something out of horror-science fiction. Alloran crunches and schlorps, it seems like it ought to be agonizing. This isn't something that is part of what Alloran's species is; this is something that has been done to him.
It looks Wyrmish as fuck, and Stacia has to pin her instincts down by the throat to silence their screaming that she should kill it immediately. It's only when she's faced with a Perfectly Normal (Smug) Tiger that she finally relaxes, as strange as that is.
She huffs and rolls her eyes dramatically at Alloran's modesty, inhaling deeply of tiger smell with no hint of anything wrong. Then she gestures grandly in the direction of the gibbering, with a flourish that says shall we?
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This is...well, it looks like something out of horror-science fiction. Alloran crunches and schlorps, it seems like it ought to be agonizing. This isn't something that is part of what Alloran's species is; this is something that has been done to him.
It looks Wyrmish as fuck, and Stacia has to pin her instincts down by the throat to silence their screaming that she should kill it immediately. It's only when she's faced with a Perfectly Normal (Smug) Tiger that she finally relaxes, as strange as that is.
She huffs and rolls her eyes dramatically at Alloran's modesty, inhaling deeply of tiger smell with no hint of anything wrong. Then she gestures grandly in the direction of the gibbering, with a flourish that says shall we?