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It started off as a day unlike any other. To sate her hunger, Callan was in the process of pulling a bag of beef jerky out of the cupboard when, all of a sudden--
Salad.
Salad? No... not just salad. Grass. Shrubs. Leaves. Bark. Flowers. Hell, a whole tree.
Callan tore through the cupboards with significantly less grace. Boxes of cereal, bags of jerky, and various other snacks fell to the floor before she finally noticed the tiny... paws? Claws? What the hell were these? And why were they
green? She blinked and her ear twitched. Twitched?
She needed to go look in the mirror.
Now. Spinning around (or, rather,
hopping around), something heavy crashed through the kitchen cupboards near her... feet-like things. The wood splintered loudly. As she jumped around to see what had happened, Callan successfully leveled the rest of the lower cabinets. Among the chunks of wood, snacks and several of her hidden pillows littered the floor.
She barely paid any attention to the damage as her eyes fell on what was unmistakably a tail.
What the hell's going on?Chief Tater Tot was barking like mad in the other room, which didn't help the chaos. She took a deep breath to try and calm her racing mind, but the air felt off as it traveled through her nose. Everything about it felt off. Her nose, the way her chest expanded, and, finally, the way her mouth moved as she attempted to call out for Marcus and Siena in the other room. The sound that she made was akin to one of those anti-smoking commercials where some poor lady with no larynx tells you about cancer-- only Callan couldn't seem to form any words. To top it all off-- staring down at her stomach, her breath hitched in her throat--
there was a hole in her gut. Her shadow began to solidify.
Oh no, Callan thought in a panic. A small black mount started to rise from the inky black. She took another breath, already feeling more accustomed to the way her body moved. Just before she let the shadow disappear, however, she stopped. Its shape wasn't quite right.
What was that?Out of curiosity and poor judgement, she allowed her shadow to finish summoning.
There among the rubble sat a very tiny, very adorable,
black bunny with glowing eyes. It looked so
soft. The curious green marsupial slowly reached out her paw. Before she could touch it, the tiny creature let out a blood curdling squeak and launched itself across the room. It tore viciously at the couch, smashed the TV, and kicked the coffee table at the window.
Shit! Callan de-summoned the tiny monster as quickly as possible. Thankfully, all of this happened before the guards came crashing through the door.
Whisked away, Callan watched as Siena and Marcus were also extracted from their suite. Somehow she was able to tell them apart and something about Marcus filled her with the desire to kick his lights out, but she managed to brush it aside. Once in the same vicinity as everyone else, she found that to be a common urge. Every time one of the dogs wandered a little too close, the muscles in her legs tensed. Even more than delivering a swift kick to the ribs, she wanted to run-- but that was just silly. She was strong enough to kick any one of these animals in half. Probably.
She resigned to hopping around and eating whatever shrubbery she could find. While maybe not the most natural thing to do, it seemed to be the least likely to get her in trouble. But then again, she had no idea what could be classified as natural anymore. She was a fucking kangaroo and for whatever reason this grass tasted a m a z i n g.
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