[ she slaps his hand aside and begins to lift herself to her feet. something cracks inside of her. a rib, maybe. she cries out and sinks back to the ground, doubled over, that lone bear claw pressed against her own ribs. they burn.
she knows this pain. she knows it. her body is changing.
when she lifts her head, there's a hint of fear in her eyes. she can't balance herself. not adequately, at least. not to walk. an itching has started around her shoulders, at her neck where her shirt collar chafes as her skin segments off into scales that shed a few at a time to give way to some kind of carapace. ]
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she knows this pain. she knows it. her body is changing.
when she lifts her head, there's a hint of fear in her eyes. she can't balance herself. not adequately, at least. not to walk. an itching has started around her shoulders, at her neck where her shirt collar chafes as her skin segments off into scales that shed a few at a time to give way to some kind of carapace. ]