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[Sadie had recently gone through her second, and final, transformation. It was painful, but she was alone at the house during its happening—and no matter how terrible, they never go on longer than thirty minutes, she's sure. The first time, she'd grown an embarrassing amount of fluffy fur exactly like the head on her hair basically—everywhere, which, you know, didn't feel terribly attractive (especially on her chest), even for monster stuff—and she'd also grown claws, which meant losing a finger on each hand and foot (strangely). This was topped off with a pair of little pointed ears, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Learning how to talk again without a lisp took a bit.

And that was how she'd been looking for...well, a month or two. And the longer it had been since her first transformation, the more uneasy Sadie had been becoming. She knew she was due for another, which was what she'd just survived.

Panting, her breath unstable, Sadie blearily tries to push herself up from her belly. The fur of her back and shoulders is matted with blood, and there's a pair of weakly folded, feathery wings, slick in parts from their emergence. The feathers are inconsistently coated in Sadie's blood, apparently having some sort of water resistant oil. She's pale, and her watery vision is spinning—and bright. She can barely stand to keep her eyes open for how bright everything is, and she grits her teeth, groaning as she tucks her head down (thus curling into a ball), paws folding over her head as she shields herself from the sensory stimulation. Her eyes also hurt incredibly bad, light sensitivity aside. She's not aware that their makeup has changed entirely.

Her lower back had also blossomed grotesquely to make way for a new appendage. Pretty embarrassingly close to her ass, actually, though her shorts are pretty unscathed. But there's a red, bristly tail with a furred spine, limp against the floor with a long, deadly spur punctuating its end. The fur along the tail's back is almost completely flat from the weight of Sadie's blood. She had the good sense to hastily peel off her shirt when she felt the changes coming, especially as the pain localized in her back. She's not feeling particularly sheepish or vain about it, and she's curled so tightly, it can't matter, she figures.

For now, Sadie pants, gulping for breath and clutching her head as she tries to focus on not vomiting. She moans miserably. She's got a high pain tolerance, but this a lot. Especially to undergo alone.

Stupid fog.

But it's okay. Sadie's strong. She is strong.]

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[Lars had been.. out and about. He'd tell Sadie that he was just wandering around the city because he needed fresh air, but the reality of the situation was that he had just finished eating -- a fact of life that he fervently rejects. His hunger for human souls was his newest - and final - change, and he couldn't get used to it no matter how many souls he wound up devouring, understandably so. He didn't want to lose his humanity, or he didn't want to admit that he lost it a long time ago. He refused to. He was almost jealous that Sadie stayed more of a human than most monsters for so long, he almost forgot that she still had changes to go through at all.]

[By the time he reached his home, the fog was mostly subsided, his beast-like form back under his control for the most part. He hesitated in front of the door, so he could try to empty his thoughts and focus on keeping his human form - for Sadie. He knew his shadow form freaked her out, and honestly he hated it himself. So he was more or less human, when he entered through the front door.

He almost didn't notice Sadie, since he didn't need to eat anything he didn't think to enter the kitchen. He was planning to go straight to her room, to hang out and complain about the recent happenings of the day. He didn't smell the blood when he walked past, he lost his sense of smell very early on. He didn't notice the blood splattered on the floor, either. No, what tipped him off was that at the top of the stairs, her room's door was wide open.

She never really left the house alone unless they were low on food or she heard about something that interested her in town, and she hadn't had a craving for humans.. prior to today. So of course he felt worried. He had turned on his heel and was prepared to sprint out the house, but he turned his head enough to see into the kitchen and, well... he finally noticed.]

S-Sadie..?! [His form almost immediately broke, his body glitching between Shade and Human before it finally settled on the dark, incorporeal. But it didn't bother him, rather he knelt down near her and hesitantly held his hands out towards her -- but retracted them in worry of making things worse by touching her.]

H-hey, Sadie... [He looks around hopelessly, trying to figure out what to do for her but not having much ideas.]