Chris ambled up a few moments later, letting out a faintly depressed laugh. "Does everyone come here to think?" She'd been preparing to let herself drift for a bit, or go giant-sized and loll about in what would be shallows for her. Her acts once Apocalypse got hold of her might not have been as dramatic, but she was starting to have faint blood-tainted flashes that she'd rather not.
You don't put a guard beast in front of a citadel without testing it, after all.
She was in her catgirl form, still with the bits of bone-spur and extended fangs. She hadn't yet worked up the courage to try transforming back to fully human, although she didn't feel as though she couldn't.
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