Leaning over the smooth surface now, labored breathing racked Fang's core, and the burning sensation of her brand was becoming full blown. Her skin was on fire, and it felt like she had been set aflame, though there was nothing around that would aid in such a thing. Fang clenched her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, with pain assaulting her brain from every direction. What the hell was going on with her? She gripped at the flat counter top, needing something, anything, to stop the dizziness hitting her now. Viridian eyes eventually opened and stared at her hands - or rather, the crimson claws tearing through her fingers.

Confusion flooded her mind next, as she shook her head in attempt to rid herself of whatever it was that she was seeing. Sage hues focused back on her hand once more.. But nothing had changed. Her chest heaved, and she lurched forward raising a hand to get support from the wall itself. Soon the stench of burning wood wafted into her nose, and she scrunched her face as her gaze wandered over to where the palm of her hand rested on the way. Suddenly emerald orbs widened in shock; the tips of her fingers were long gone, and in their place stood five wickedly sharp talons - the ends of them so hot they were slowly burning holes into the wall.

No… No! This can't be happening. Her thoughts hit her like a train, and she staggered backwards a foot before letting out a pained scream. The shining brand etched into her skin suddenly glowed a bright array of colors, trapping her in it's hold. The rumbles of thunder barely overruled the snapping and popping of bones, as Fang's form was distorted and mangled plenty times over.

Snarling angrily; which had slipped out on it's own, the woman fought against the change with all her might. There was no way she would let Ragnarok have it's way; but alas, her broken heart was too far gone to stop the beast from taking over.

The luscious dual-toned hair that adorned her scalp looked as if it had caught on fire; the bright orange-ish red hues absorbing the color from chocolates locks, and imbuing the strands with living embers. A sudden painful jolt from her back nearly made her lose her footing, as much larger pieces of her once ruffled mane grew in size - curling every which way, and turning much more firm.

More bone snapping could be heard, as all the muscle, tissue, and bones rearranging themselves to accommodate for the length of flesh rapidly forming behind her. The forming tail protruding from her rear swung wildly, and smashed into the nearby kitchen table - destroying it in one go. Golden scales formed all the way from the base of the scaly appendage, all the way to the very tip before the six pronged end came into view. More scales, blood red in color, pushed through the flesh on the side. The hardened surface covering her tail didn't just end there, as it was spreading over her body like a wild fire. The pulsian's attire seemingly dissolved into nothingness, as the burning sensation overtook her abdomen and chest next; the scales ripping through her skin until they lay uniform and sleek.

Talons soon raked at the hardened skin of her shoulders, the huntress barely holding onto what humanity she had left from all the pain racking her very core. Despair was all she had left. The only thing Lightning had left her. It was the only thing keeping her human.

And she let it go.

The entirety of the side of the house exploded, broken bits of wood and whatever else that had previously been sitting in the tiled room were strewn across the ground.

"Graaaaaawwwrrrrrr!"

The no longer sane Fang roared into the night, while stretching her limbs under the downpour of rain. Faint hissing filled the air, as her fiery body evaporated the water upon contact. The beast grabbed hold of the edge of the roofing, pulling her hulking form over it with ease. Atop the home, the whole of New Bodhum was in view. Resting on her haunches, the beast peered out into the night; though visibility was not the greatest. Ruby eyes, that seemed on fire themselves, set their sights on the village off in the distance, only noticeable by the brightly shining lights that flickered in the storms wrath. Ragnarok leapt from it's spot on the roof, and crashed into the muddied earth in the front yard - oblivious to the roseate who lingered at the door still.

But as soon as she had come into view, Fang was gone - leaving the scene towards the center of the town, and wrecking havoc in her wake.