Morningglory

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
Fiona laid her ears back as Lucifer got up off of her, and pulled back her hands. She didn't know how this fight would go, and she had assumed, as the far smaller and more domestic of the two, that getting hurt, and badly, was going to be part of the trial. She looked down at her hands. Didn't matter now. She had lost, as she had assumed she would.

She followed Lucifer to the med bay with downcast eyes and ears laid flat against her head. She watched him flop down on a nearby bench, and chewed her lip. She had been fighting him like her life had depended on it, and she felt she should probably do something to make amends.

Fiona meandered over to him and sat down on what little bench was left. She could still see the glint of the fork in his side. "Um... Here. Let me get that for you." She muttered, reaching over and pulling the fork out from between his ribs with a sick, sliding sound, and dropping it on the ground with a soft clatter. She looked around and grabbed a handful of small gauze pads and put them over the wound, pressing down with enough pressure to staunch the bleeding. "That's not going to feel good, bit it's something." She said, looking away and ignoring the stinging in her own hands. He was down for the count, and she figured he couldn't hear her anyway, so what was the harm? "Thanks, I guess, for going easy on me. You could have really smacked me around and I wouldn't have blamed you."

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
The blood on the handle of the fork made it slick. It wouldn't do much damage, and didn't even slightly deter him as he placed his mouth around her neck. She couldn't help it, a growl escaping her throat. If she lost, she was probably dead anyways. May as well have earned it. She released the fork, grabbing on to the top and bottom of his muzzle with her hands, wrapping her fingers between the narrow spaces in his sharp teeth. "I didn't know by sparring you meant something so, intimate." She growled I his ear, kicking up with her hips, forcing her knees up into the narrow space between him and her chest between them. He was heavy, and it took all of her force to shove her strong, acrobatic legs out straight out, like a hydraulic jack. She could feel the blood run down her fingers and hands from where she gripped his razor sharp teeth, and groaned against the pain and force it took to keep him from just crushing her throat outright.

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
Fiona let him come at her, taking her to the ground, her hand sweeping back over her hip. She'd have to time this perfectly if she wanted to get out alive. The weight of his body hit her like a truck, and she easily bent backward to the floor. He was close, face to muzzle, and she could smell nothing but his feral breath, see nothing but his gleaming teeth. She stared into his lupine eyes, knowing full well he could see every fear, doubt, and maybe even a glimmer of excitement, and stabbed up into the muscled meat of his side with the weapon she had concealed in her clothes, the prongs driving hard between his ribs.

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
When he headed away from her and into the shadows, she vainly hoped for a moment maybe he was giving up, and would let her go, based solely on her apple-throwing skills. That glimmer was immediately shattered when she watched his form grow monstrous. She found herself at a conundrum, stuck between is that what I look like to other people, and a resounding, I am so boned.. With claws headed directly for her, she had little time to react, and quickly pulled the jacket from around her waist, and ducked low, her hand briefly sweeping over her hip, then down, holding the jacket taut, sweeping under his form once more for his feet.

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
As the apple connected with his back, Fiona had already hit the ground running, a slim arc, keeping herself in his blind spot. This was going to hurt if he caught her, and if he wasn't pissed at her smart mouth before, he would probably be pretty mad at her now. But, she couldn't think about that now, she'd be cutting it too close and she had to stay sharp. She cut her arc short, the coiled muscle in her thigh propelling her sideways. She slid low, her foot directed straight at his ankle. Her hands flew to her hips, holding down the jacket tied around her waist by the pockets.

Animal Army

@BlackPanther@KatherinWinter
Fiona followed Sean disinterestedly, decidedly unhappy that the buffer of other people was now unavailable to her. She silently glared at the back of Sean's head. This was going from bad to worse.

Upon arriving in the arena, Fiona stretched her arms in front of her body and watched her opponent warily. Scars, lots of scars. More than any normal or sane person should have. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't let the shock show on her face. He was sorry? For what? For mauling her by the end of this mess? She'd be lucky to get out of this alive. A bead of sweat rolled down the base of her spine, and her heart thundered in her ears. She could feel the adrenaline hit her blood, her muscles tight and promising of a thousand pains to come. She swallowed hard and stood as straight and tall as she could. No matter the nerves and fear, the show must go on.

He was going to let her make the first move. Cute. She dried her palms on her pants and slowly started sidling to her right, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out... an apple, from the lunch room. She turned it over in her hand, flipping it up over her shoulder, flicking it from hand to hand. What a pity. She was going to eat that later. With everything she had, she hucked the apple at Lucifer like she was throwing a game-winning pitch.

Animal Army

@BlackPanther
Fiona gave him a wry smile, taking in his face, eyes, scars and all. He didn't need to be naked for her to see how he moved and stood. He stood with his back straight, which could have just been good posture, but more than likely it meant he had back muscles strong enough to hold up the big shoulders that sat atop them. In order for that to be true, it would have to mean that his chest and front would be strong enough to balance them out. It also meant that he would have had to be doing something with his life that would mean his entire upper body would be just as strong, at least. And a not just a wolf, but a dire wolf on top of that? Didn't surprise her. He moved like an apex predator, despite the lighter hearted demeanor he was putting forth.

Offering her the choice of form didn't sound much like a choice to her. Frying pan or fire? Neither really sounded appealing. Go full animal and lose the use of her hands, or show him that she couldn't switch back to full human, that she was indeed stuck in this half-dog form, and probably get eaten either way. She'd have to think fast. She reached up, patted his shoulder and grinned, "Aw sweetheart, you don't have to get all dressed up for me. I think you're pretty just the way you are." She drawled sweetly in her rich Irish brough. Her smart mouth would probably get her killed someday, and today was as good a day as any.

She slid her jacket off her shoulders and tied it around her hips, leaving her mottled, furred upper torso bare, save the army green tank top she'd been issued. She brushed off the knees of her leggings and stood up straight, stretching to her full four foot height, smirking at the bottom of his sternum. She motioned back towards the table, and the other recruits, with a tilt of her head. "So, do you think they like to watch, or are we adjourning to the boudoir?"

Animal Army

Fiona's ears perked up when she heard her name, and shifted a wary hazel eye between the man who had swiped at her, who must be the one named Isa, and the man in the hoodie, vaguely thinking of ignoring him before quickly thinking better of it. She turned towards him to give her full attention, but not before sticking her tongue out at the tiger mockingly, a tiny flash of pink between her lips, gone as quick as it had come. When the hooded man mentioned her obvious canine attributes, she shifted hip to hip a bit, still somewhat uncomfortable with her new, strange form. "I would assume so, yes, some kind of canine sounds about on the mark." She replied, offhandedly, letting that same-old-showbiz upbringing talk for her.

She wasn't stupid. As if the feline hadn't been feral enough, this guy seemed to be much more imposing. There was no softness or joking to him, despite the fact he seemed to be in a fairly good mood. Fiona could only shudder to picture him in a bad one. He clearly smelled canine, but it wasn't her kind of canine, something with more force, more power, and he was sizing her up. She didn't like it. There was not much of her to size.

Fiona took a deep breath, "So, Lucifer, is it?" She mused, strolling up to him, letting her body glide on her flexible joints. "You, and me, in one on one combat? Hardly seems fair, does it? I mean, you're easily, what, thrice my size? You must lift a mean 300, at least." She said, looking him over with a low whistle. "You must be some kinda canine, too." She said plainly, raising her eyebrows for extra emphasis.

@BlackPanther@Tracyarmav

Animal Army

The passing swipe at her docked tail nub made her back arch in surprise and she covered it with her hands. She turned her head and watched the tiger make his way to the table. She squished her face a bit in disconcert, but made her way to follow him to the table warily, her nubbed tail wiggling slowly, low and cautious. Her ears pressed back against her head, almost blending in with her hair, and she glanced at the food out of the corner of her eye. It did look delicious, but she was very obviously in the presence of something much wilder and no doubt more dangerous than she. She cleared her throat to ensure she could get his attention.

"You know, where I come from, it's customary to get a lass's name before swatting her backside." She said with a smirk, sounding much braver than she felt. Here she was, in a strange place, with stranger people, in a much stranger body than she remembered, and she had way less answers than she liked. Though she was accustomed to strange new places and strange new faces, a little more familiarity would make all the difference in the world to her right now. "How about this, I'll start." She put a furred hand on her chest and attempted to lock eye contact. "I'm Fiona, er," she looked at the dog tags around her neck, with which she had only very, very recently become acquainted with, "code name, Shepherd." She said, letting them fall back against her chest. "And you are?"

@Tracyarmav

Animal Army

Fiona sauntered into the cafeteria like she owned the place, neverminding the guards who stood at either side of her, nor the closed shackles that kept her hands contained behind her back. Her ears swiveled back and forth, taking in the myriad of hushed voices that filled the room, her hazel eyes scanning back and forth ahead of her. She shifted back and forth on her hips until the guards stopped her progression, and she glanced back at them in subtle confusion. As they reached to remove her shackles, she easily unhinged her shoulders, shifting her arms over her head and around to her front, offering the her hands out to the guards proudly with a toothy grin. They did not seem amused and simply unlocked her shackles, turning her and shoving her out into the open. She stuck out her tongue to their turned backs.

Shifting her eyes back into the room ahead of her, she scanned the people who stood before her, and could tell from their smell that they, like her, we're definitely something else, something other than human. Unlike her, they looked human, but they smelled feral, wild, harsh. Her ears laid back against her hair, neatly pulled back in a wavy half ponytail, and she moved forward slowly, inquisitively. The food smelled delicious, but even her rumbling stomach couldn't shake the nerves. She had performed in front of hundreds before, why would a room with so few people in it worry her. Something about this room, this place, these people, didn't seem right. She took a deep breath and let a smile light up her face.

"Hello there!" she chirped cheerily.