Maebh/Ranita - Shachar - fur
“Does it hurt?” Ranita asks, trying to imagine what it must feel like to sprout fur and fangs and have one’s bones all change shape inside one’s skin. She can’t, really.
Maebh shrugs in her shoulder-rolling way, as though the question itself will run off like water. “That’s not the word I’d choose, no.”
Maebh leans back, stretching long muscular arms, and sighs. “It’s like… turning yourself inside out, lass. If y’could take the you that’s inside and pull it out and give it shape… that’s what it’s like. Pain is only the barest part of it.”