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    TAGS. this body is atrocious. heavy, too heavy for woman borne of slender muscle and petite flesh. chicagocrimes digs claws, heavy long dirty claws, into the ground beneath her feet. each bear step is thunderous, pounding, and swaying like whips of grass in the wind. it's strong and lethal and dangerous and promising- and she absolutely hates it. she hates it, she hates how hollow it feels, lacking life, its original life and spirit, three's spirit now trapped in her body and.. and it's fucking awful. there's no way to pretty up the words, it's just a horrible experience, lacking the comedy and humor its meant to have. "fuck this," chica spits at herself, staggering down into a seated position with peridot drilled eyes glowing in an upset light.

    Michael walked, or stumbled over, rather, having been blinded for a week, because of an accident. "Chica, whats going on?" He asks, trying to find out whats up. The wolf's eyes were blind, coated over with a milky white film and had no other looks than a blank stare and empty gaze. "Are you ok?"

    TAGS. spit curls on her tongue, mean and whining. "no, this body feels wrong." she flexes claws into the dirt, turns bitter orbs up toward michael, clumsy and blind in each step on dirt, each bat of eye. now shock poisons veil of frustration and anger, chicagocrimes finding herself staring at him incredulously. "the fuck happened ta you?"

    "yeah, I bet. You're a what now? Bear?" Michael said, unable to tell partially and also kind of making his point. "Not so elegant?" The wolf continued, dodging her question. The worm wouldn't tell anyone what happened.