It felt as if she was being constricted by dozens of snakes, the putrid hands having wound around her to keep her from running. Cold fear ran through her system, though she didn’t show it, but on the inside she was panicking. Alexandra stiffened as she felt bloody fingers on her skin, her nose filling with the metallic smell. She had to get out, even her newfound companions had realized her plight and were busy trying to help free her. Getting tired of the ghostly hands she let herself shift, not caring to warn anyone, for all she knew these things would realize what she was doing and hold tighter or do something more ‘drastic’. Her bones bent out of shape, creaking and groaning with the shape she was attempting to take. The shifter’s teeth became animalistic, like the arrowhead shape of sharks teeth, while her nails lengthened to shimmering claws. By the time she was finished all that was left was an angry looking jaguar.
Lashing out at the tendrils holding her down, Alexandra completely lost her composure while her fear and rage fueled her actions. She attacked her oppressors mercilessly, ripping hands from their arms with splatters of black ooze that soon began to coat her mouth. As she was caught up in the fight though, a group of hands reattached themselves to her hind legs, pulling her off the ground tail first where she could only swat and growl at the air. “Put me down!!” she yelled, taking a slash at the hands holding her but to no avail.