After what seemed like mere seconds, Feral's eyes lazily fluttered opened to white silk sheets resting on her body. She quickly realized she was not in the bayou anymore. Last thing she could recall was morphing and abrupt blackness. Her eyes slowly peered down to her striped chest wrapped in only gauss and bindings; an unsightly red splotch in the right side of her collar bone and an arrow protruding from said splot- wait, that was one of her arrows! Recalection hit her full force; she jumped into the water as she felt a morph coming on, hoping no on would see. She then felt an explosion in her neck and blacked out.
"Damn it" she thought, someone must of seen her transform and knew she was a mutant. They must've grabbed her bow and arrows and shot her. Fucking hate crimes, wait did that mean she was in the attacker's house, practically helpless? She found when severely injured she couldn't morph. Aside from animal shapeshifting, she could sometimes see people's auras'. Although she didn't have much a handle on that and it took absolute concentration and was very mentally/physically draining. Plus it wouldn't be all that useful in the current situation.
weighing her odds she wouldn't be able to defend herself if things got worse, but on the other hand if they wanted to do her harm they wouldn't let her rest in their house and tend to her wounds.
Feral's patience started to thin; "God I wish I just knew if I was in trouble already, all this is just to much right now!" She hissed, clearly agitated. But just before she could mumble further the white wooden door a few feet in front of the bed opened, reveling a lean yet broad form on the other side.
A wave of awe over came Feral as her eyes drifted over a very attractive men around 6'0. A brown trench coat flowed from his large shoulders dropping to the bottom of his tattered jeans and just above a pair of maroon combat boots. His disheveled red/brown hair failing before his face, covering one of his bloodshot red eyes. Despite all the things that puzzled Feral about this stranger his unreadable face and leather gloved hands shuffling a deck of cards, were all she could seem to ponder.
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