25th Trial - Clover

[hot_mess_express]

It is a simple wood-floored room with an empty shrine on one wall. There are a few cushions to sit on, and the smell of incense and blood lingers in the air.

The sound of rain is heavy outside.

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[schrodingerscockroach]

[All she gets is ragged breathing in response. He's shaking violently, curling up tight, trying to fight it, to resist the urge, but he's so hungry and there's such a delicious smell, right there-]

[And the breathing starts turning into growling.]

[featherbeaned]

[ PUFFING INTENSIFIES ]

[ She growls right back at him, quiet but warning. ]

Dusk! [ It's more a bark than anything. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And the growling is getting louder and a hand moves away from how he's curled up.]

[Except what slams into the ground isn't a hand, but a large, wicked claw as he starts to grow in size, horns and spikes starting to grow from his body.]