[ a high pitched chittering comes out of the back of her throat, inhuman in its pain as the burning sensation scours her from shoulder outward. his palm against her is the culprit, and from behind her curls a segmented tail the color of her own dusky skin that yanks his hand away.
in her howling, she bears her teeth. a thousand tiny needles that jut up and outwards of her mouth as her skull cracks and shifts. the changes there are not significant, but it's enough movement to cost her the wig she wore. it slides uselessly to the concrete. ]
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in her howling, she bears her teeth. a thousand tiny needles that jut up and outwards of her mouth as her skull cracks and shifts. the changes there are not significant, but it's enough movement to cost her the wig she wore. it slides uselessly to the concrete. ]