Lotti Summers (optimismrules) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-26 06:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-09-15, lotti |
I'm gonna leave my body
Who: Lotti and Mrs. Summers (NPC'd)
Where: Summers' residence
When: morning, after texting Marisa and August
Warnings: Were-on-were violence!
Since when did Lotti pace? Sure, she always had a lot of energy, but she usually expending it by running around and bouncing, not pacing. It was one of the many things she'd somehow been 'gifted' with when her animal form had been swopped with Marisa's, and she looked very much like the wild cat form that she took as she moved back and forth in the kitchen.
"Lotti, dear, you need to calm down. Just breathe, sweetheart." Her mom murmured to her from her place in the kitchen, leaned up against the counter. The teenager wanted to listen, really she did, but the growing unrest and anxiety of what today would hold was becoming too much for her. Usually when she felt distressed in this way -- and what hormonal, pubescent teenager didn't, at least in some way? -- she would drag one of her siblings out to the forest to go for a run. Lotti did not want to do that today. She wanted nothing to do with her new form and she wanted this to be over with, done. That was the biggest understatement right there, but then she knew that Marisa felt the same way. The older woman did not want to be stuck as a white wolf for the rest of her life when she had been born a snow leopard.
Born. They had been born this way, and Lotti could feel the anxiety rushing up the moment she latched onto the thought. Born weres did not get this anxious, they did not feel like they were a hard thought away from their shift. They had control, and they could choose whichever form they wanted and maintain that control. Bitten weres could not.
"Mom.." Lotti stopped in her tracks as the thought struck her, the pit of her stomach feeling like it had fallen out and onto the floor. She had a moment to turn towards her mother, the look of panic and upset welling up on her face before she lost it. She rushed for the patio door that would lead out to the back yard, and the forest, to safety, for both herself and her family, but it was too late. The white-grey-black pelt of her new form ripped her skin open like an over-ripened fruit as she screamed, the change taking her too fast, too violently. Her mother stood there, mouth slightly agape before she called out a warning to anyone else who happened to be in the house -- most everyone was already at work or school, thank goodness. Wild and almost completely mindless, Lotti crashed against the counter, spilling the spice rack and other kitchen utensils everywhere in her frantic attempt to stop the change.
The more she fought it, the more it hurt, and she screamed plaintively as she gave in to it, hoping with her last lucid thought that she wouldn't kill anyone. Did bitten weres feel like this every time? The strange, half-girl, half-leopard beast that shifted and ravaged in the kitchen took over full control, sighting the first target and lunging. Mrs. Summers was ready for it though, and she shifted into her own animal form, meeting the lunge with all the power she could muster. She didn't want to hurt her daughter, but Lotti was a danger to herself and everyone else if she didn't have control. The two wrestled for a moment, Lotti clawing and biting while her mother tried to exert her strength on her child without damaging her. Getting some leverage, the werewolf shook the hybrid off of her, using her years of experience to gain the upper hand. Lotti collided with the marble of the countertop, the edge of catching her right in the side of the head. She gave a startled little feline cry before she tried to shake her head and get back to her feet, but the world tipped over on its axis. With sadness in her heart, Lotti's mother stood over the crumpled hybrid form of her daughter to be sure that she would stay on the ground.
A few attempts in getting up were met with paw-smacks from the very serious werewolf looming over the out of control snow-leopard. Heartache or not, Mrs. Summers was not going to let Lotti hurt herself or anyone else. Even as much as the world felt sickening, the hybrid was not giving up, furious at being subdued by a canine. With a sickening lurch, she got to her feet unsteadily, preparing to lunge.
Mrs. Summers was faster, and the head-butt to the same injured spot dropped Lotti to the floor.