"Damnit, Ky."

Kristia had just plowed out from the Red Dragon Inn, dragging her anthro-boy out by one of his ears. The feline-man was whimpering quietly, his fluffy tail curled between his legs. She glanced back over at the door that they departed from, crinkling her nose slightly.

"Nice mouth on that kid.. And what'd I tell you about coming in there at these hours? What the hell do you do all day, just sit around? I'm so angry with you I could just crush your head in."

She released her grip on his head, giving him a shove forward. Ky stummbled but caught himself, hunching over slightly so if he did get pushed down the fall into the gravel wouldn't be so bad. Kristia had started to unwravel the whip at the sight of Ky but the more she fumed the bigger mark she wanted to leave on him. Whip was wound back and snapped onto her belt, her hand moving to her scimitar's holder.

"Now tell me exactly how you managed to destroy my entire estate."

Ky quivered again, squinching his eyes closed. "I.. I .. I'm sorry. I forgot to pay.. to pay the bills and, I, uh.. When they started boarding things up.. Some big guys came. They scared me! B-but that brain-eating guy was there too! He could have stopped them!

Trying to redirect blame wasn't going to help him. Kristia glared at him. "Capizio was still there? I thought I told you to get rid of him."

"I.. Oh.. I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this all.." Ky shuddered again and scurried down onto his knees, grasping at Kristia's legs. She growled quietly, flicking some hair from her face as she leered over him.

"Everything I've worked for.. Gone. All of it, Ky. I'm so dissapointed with you. Give me your hand." She put her hand out, palm up, waiting for his. Ky hesitated but placed his furry palm in his. She turned his hand upside down and placed the tip of the scimitar against his furry hand. With quick, forceful movements the blade was sliced across his hands, doing the motion repeatedly. His skin teared easily, blood flowing freely. Ky cried out at the unexpected pain, recoiling back as she dropped his hand. "Now give me your other one."

Ky began tearing up, clutching his hand against his chest as he bled onto his fur. His golden patches began to look orange as the blood smeared across her chest. He shakily lifted his other hand to her. She did the same to his other palm, making several deep cuts into him. With both of his hands now a bloody, painful mess, she released hiim.

"There's one scar for every year of my work in that Manor that you've now destroyed. You're going to remember those and remember what you've done."

Ky was in pain but his tears made his face looked terrified. Not for the pain that she caused him but at the thought the she might disown him for the mess he'd made. "I'll make it right. I..I'm so sorry, Mistress.. Kristia."

"I'm going back. I don't want to see you there for several days." Kristia whipped around and stormed off back towards the Manor. She was determined to hunt down Capizio next and deal with his annoying existance.

Capizio had watched with intrigue as Kristia had abused the poor anthro-boy. Safely nestled in an alley across the street from the Inn from which they had so suddenly appeared, he had a good vantage point to see, and hear the conversations. He had only been looking for a meal, but instead he got to see the leather clad woman, with her whip faithfully in tow, it was more stirring than a meal.

Capizio let his gaze fall down to his hands, his skin pale and loose. He felt an anger boiling inside as he looked at the gnarled, blackened fingernails that grew twisted like barbs from his fingers. He clenched his fingers tightly, rolling them into his hand, his knuckles turned white as his fist became tightly clenched.

He was prepared to take flight, to swoop down upon her, take her away and ensure that he would not lose his home. The Manor had become his, he stayed there, and cared for it, when others had abandoned it. Without lights inside, there were plenty of shadows, plenty of hiding places. The vacant attic made a perfect place to perch, to prepare for a nights hunt. He had made the home his, perfect for his needs.

He opened his eyes, looking at the thick blood oozing from his broken fingernails, and cuts in his palm. He saw the blood running down, he could see her blood, just as easily covering his hands. Capizio suddenly grew hungry, a craving to eat stronger than any he could remember. Capizio must feast. Capizio licked his lips, and prepared to assault her as she turned to walk away from the Inn towards the Manor. The blood on his hands drew his attention again, in the blood he could see his own face, if he lunged after her now, in a hungry, rage, all he had worked to do, would be ruined, he would again, be forced to move on.

He finally relaxed his fingers, but only for long enough for them to turn to wings, he flew up, and back to the Manor, he would meet Kristia as she approached.

Traeline walked in to the Inn to see some boy with fuzzy ears and a tail cringing away from her. Of course, this confused her. She was only twelve and the idea of another child being afraid of her was.. well.. laughable.

That tween attitude kicked in full force when she saw the reason. The woman who the boy was calling Mistress. She was mean. Yanking his ears, kicking him on the way out. It was horrific. She never understood why anyone could treat another being like that. Especially not someone who was so obviously weak and harmless as that boy currently was.

Once they had left, she spent a few moments calming down. She hated slavers. Especially ones that treated their slaves so badly. But eventually she calmed down enough to head home. As she left the Inn and started home, she saw the boy outside. But he wasn't moving. He was laying still on the cobblestones. He could get run over by a carriage if he didn't move. So she walked over to the boy, gently touching him.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

And then she saw the blood. It was dripping from his hands. She carefully lifted a hand and gasped at the slashes there. That horrible woman! Oooo she was gonna find a way to get her! A few random bubbles flew from her and delivered a violent fiery explosion when they impacted a solid object.

She got down on her knees and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Her other hand pulled out one of the teleportation beads her mother had made for her. They allowed her to immediately return to their home when she broke one. And that's what she did. She crunched the bead down on the cobblestones, and in a wisp of smoke, they were at her house.

It only took moments for her to get her mother's help in getting the boy to a couch. Chryrie carefully healed the cuts on the boy's hands while Trae told her what had gone on. Her mother never said anything, but she had that look that meant she was definitely unhappy. Her mom disliked slavers almost as much as Aunt Kitty.

After her mother left to tend to things, Trae sat next to the boy and simply watched him.. waiting for him to wake up.

Traeline just blinked at the anthro boy. The tween seemed confused by such a statement.

"Hurt ya? With what? My stunning looks? I'm twelve, for the love of pete! Why would I wanna hurt ya? And m'name's Trae. Remember? We met in the Inn, but that mean lady hauled ya 'way. I found ya outside bleedin' and stuff. You're at my house now cuz I didn want ya to get hurt more or nuffin. I had my Mom heal yer hands. She's part fairy. She's really nice to kids."

She merrily chattered as she tried to think of a way to get the boy to relax. Jimeny crickets, this boy was wound up tighter than an eight day clock!

"So, are ya hungry? We got lotsa easy to make foods cuz Mom can't cook worth a toot and her boyfriend doesn' always have time."

Of course, it never occurred to her that if she let the boy look around, he might realize the virtual zoo they had going on there. They weren't exactly pets. They just kinda showed up and never left. Chryrie had enough animals around to make anyone with allergies blow up like a balloon within mere seconds. And people with healthy, happy animals were usually good people, weren't they?

Traeline just stared at the boy as he stammered out his words. Not mean?

"She pulled yer ears, kicked ya, and cut up yer hands. Nice people don' do that ta someone." She shook her head.

"An' if she's gonna get mad at ya because someone helped ya, then she's definitely mean. Yer jus' a kid, like me. I mean, if ya did something really really bad, I could understand a spankin'. I've gotten spankin's b'fore. But she shouldn' cut ya up unless ya were tryin' ta kill her."

She tilted her head as she watched him look around. When his eyes clenched and then he stuttered his triumphant statement, she did that blank stare again.

"Uh.. yeah. Of course ya are. Well, yer a boy, but ya know what I mean. Ohhh... the animals." She started to giggle.

"They're not pets! They jus' kinda show up and stick around. I think it's cuz my Mom's part fairy er somethin'. We wouldn' think yer somethin ta keep! Aunt Kitty would freak! My Aunt Kitty is an elf like me but she's gotta cat tail and these nifty claws and those weird eyes like a cat has. But she's not a pet. She lives in the house across the street. She turns inta a big black panther sometimes. Do ya turn inta a fox? I wish I could turn inta stuff."

She found the basket of fruit and shoved it towards him after grabbing an apple. She took a bite and then talked around it. "Eat somthin'. Mom says when ya lose blood, ya should eat to get strong again."

She squinted at him. She really wished she could find a way to get him to relax.

Working in the darkness was not Kristia's forte. She used what little sunlight that was available through the shattered windows to manuver around the mess. Bantering around more debris she froze as soon as she heard his voice. What did that little worm just say? She growled lowly and turned around to face him.

"If you value any part of your misereble existance you'll leave. Now."

She snapped at him. Liifting one muscled leg upwards to step over larger pieces of the mess to move closer, she narrowed her eyes on him. She didn't give him a chance to respond to her demand as she kept going.

"Not leaving? Mm. Guess we'll just have to duke it out then."

The Dhampire opened her mouth to allow both fangs to slide over her lower lip. Since the destruction of her home, Kristia had completely given into live feedings. Before she'd been very particular about when she fed from people and animals. Her blood wasn't all vampire, nor human, so when she did feed it tended to enhance her more animalistic side. This made her a far more effective fighter but it also made her more hot-headed and tempermental. And.. emotional. She lost a good chunk of that self-control which she prided herself on. Luckily for her, the only person who'd witnessed her in an emotional state so far was Ky and for all his faults, she trusted him. The battle inside had also been responsible for her departing from the Red Dragon Inn a few days back. She'd been sitting and playing catch up with Jewel when it had come time to leave. What did she do when she left? She -hugged- Jewell. What wasn't an unusual gesture for some friends, that wasn't Kristia. She was never the huggy-touchy-feely type. And she was pretty sure after that sudden embrace that Jewel blinked at her. Things had gotten out of control and the more she fed the worse it would get.

"You think I'd let you just come into my home without so much as a finger raised? And you'll be returning to the back.. stuffed fifteen feet under with your limbs in shambles when I'm finished with you."

She reached behind to her back, the sound of metal colliding as she pulled out her scimitar. Time to dance.

red. And featuring Ms. Trixie McAllistar in purple! ]

Kristia was completely boggled that he would even suggest such a thing. nerve of that prick! Share -her- house?! It was never going to happen. Burying the balls of her feet down into the ground, she crouched downwards. She flicked the tip of the blade in his direction, beckoning him over.

"You've a lot of nerve."

"I've got a lot of nerve? Making a kind gesture to share my home with you? If that is how you define nerve, then fine, I've a lot of it."

Capizio continued to smile, his tone and demenor still calm, the smile on his face grew as each word departed his lips.

"My home. Participating in destruction of someone else's propety does by no means make it yours. You're a squatter!"

Oh yeah. Kristia even had the correct legal terms down. She was going to get him out of her house one way or another. She took a casual stroll to the bottom of the staircase, eyes still narrowed.

"Perhaps, isn't there some law of homesteading though? Once a place becomes vacant, with no owner, it's free to take to anyone who will take care of it? I've created quite the inviting atmosphere here, wouldn't you say?"

He watched her approach the bottom of the stairs, with merriment he thought about her inevitable ascent, and would it would mean for her.

"Vacant?"

She growled out followed by a snorting noise..

"I was off working, you numb-nuts."

She put one foot up on the first step but hesitated for some reason. It was her choice of weapon. That scimitar made a nice mess but Kristia was always better equipped with her baby - the bull whip. The blade dropped carefully at her feet, her right hand moved to grab the handle of the whip.

He looked at her squarely as she took the whip in her hand, if his words hadn't been taunting enough he would get the point across with his gaze, he laughed openly as she grabbed the whip, his face took the expression of a happy child about to receive presents on his birthday, he was clearly inviting her up..

"What, you think a whip will hurt me? Haven't you noticed, my physical form is already fluid? Would you try and use your little toy to splash water apart?"

His laughing grew in both volume and intensity.

Kristia's temper was beginning to flare with the taunting. Her eyes, a normal shade of emerald green, had morphed into two black slates. With one fluid motion the tail of the whip went slicing through the air and towards his mid-section. If anything, it was going to be used as a distraction. Her left foot slammed down hard into the ground to kick up the debris of broken glass at him. Normally the toss of destruction might not have made it up to the top the stairwell but the bloodlust was pumping hard through her veins. It made her attacks just that much more powerful.. but also made her much more blinded to simple things like a trap under the stairs.

It was a feeling he wasn't terribly used too, the whip cut across his mid section so hard he could have swore it went right through him, the feeling was pain, it was intense and crippling, the cloud of glass, dust, and small particles of wood didn't help matters a bit, but he stuck to his pla, his laughter growing to give outlet to the screams of pain he wanted to let out.

"That's all you've got? No wonder this is my house now."

While she should have been preserving self-control the anger just continued to grow and grow. Snarling as she glared at him. Cracking the whip back, the noise was shattering in itself. The forceful scream of the leather incorporated all of the feelings Kristia was having. She knew that had to have hurt, there was no way he could just not feel that! Why wouldn't he yell?! She curled her wrist around in a dramatic motion, causing the whip to begin a screw driver motion. The tail end fluttering around his face, popping as the leather tried to make a circular slice around his face.

That did the trick, the pain was more than he could turn into laughter, his face was ripped apart, he didn't bleed, as he had no blood to spill, but something, his insides, moving around, like a mass of festering flesh infected with maggots. A shrill scream came from him, as he tried to gather enough concentration to make his limb something a little more usable, the eerie silver glow enveloped his arm as his forearm and hand shifted to resemble some nature of hook, rough burs coming from it-gnarled and twisted fingernails still coming from the end of it, but together, forming end to the end of the hook, this took a great deal of energy, that he didn't have to spare after trying to fend off the pain from from those strikes with the whip, he collapsed to his knees as he shouted,

"FINE! THEN FINISH IT!"

She hadn't expected the river of maggots to come pouring out of his body and it caught her off guard, starring momentarily with a brow raised. The confusion lasted until she heard him scream. What a lovely sound that was. A cocky grin slapped across her pretty features at that, the whip tail landing back over at her feet.

"Gladly."

She wasn't sure what was happening with his body but she wasn't going to stand there to find out. This is where Kristia's cocky attitude would get in the way. With that assured grin on her face she took three more steps up the staircase. That last step was angled perfectly on the fake boards and with all her weight strung forward in the haste to rush him the floor beneath collapsed. She yelped out in alarm as her body went tumbling down into the trap underneath, smacking her forehead on the wall as her unbalanced body took a long, firm fall into the cage beneath.

He was doing his best to look beyond the pain of his insides pouring out onto the floor, doing his best to ignore the sharp pain in his stomach, he used the hook to latch onto the barred roof of the cage he had built, pushing it down the stairs in front of him, he slid it in place, sealing it with a lock on two sides of the top, he collapsed backwards, as he started to think about regaining his strength, thinking about what a feast he would have.

"How fitting it is, that I will use your energy to repair the damage that you've done."

His words still came out clear, for he didn't have vocal cords to be damaged, he didn't have a mouth to speak with, the words, as they always did, came from deep within him, this time, they came though more from his abdomen, than his mouth, through which they were usually channeled.

- Enter Trixie-

|It was way too early for the mutt to be up, but she was so freaking restless these days, and allowing herself to sprawl out over her bed while the Misfits blared in the background was only so much fun when she was tired and crabby. Keaton was a workaholic, and her sisters were always busy, so Trix went looking for the only other chick she could think of that would deal with her new-found mood. Only problem was, she always forgot which direction Kristia's house was from the Sanctuary. In fact, it took three wrong turns, a few dead ends, incessant swearing, and a good swat to her nose until she FINALLY found her destination. But, she had to admit, it didn't smell too good. She furrowed her brow as she glanced up to the abode she remembered looking better, once upon a time...her hands found resting places on the sword hilts set on either hip.|

Kristia couldn't even hear him. She'd smacked her head on the wall a little too hard. The wall slam had been like road rash, leaving several layers of flesh still attached to the building and her forehead open and bleeding. She had landed on her side, curling her legs upwards into her chest as her hands immediately went to her head. She could see the dark red blood and the pain was excruciating.

"God f-cking damnit. You mother of.. "

The curses continued. She kept one hand plastered to her head as she slowly sat upwards. She immediately reached for the cage top above her, twining her fingers around the metal and shaking furiously.

"You've got to be feckin' kidding me." Shakeshakeshake on the cage door.

His body started to come together, his face forming to become a little more human looking, without all the missing peices, but his form was dull, not quite human looking, his eyes weren't set back enough, almost bulging out, his nose and upper lip came together as one, he started to sit up, he considered ripping into the caged beast in this moment, consuming her now, but decided against it. He smiled with glee as he heard her words, her curses, it was just as he had visioned it would be.

"Sorry for not being the most polite host Kristia, but you hardly gave me a choice in the matter, lashing out, attacking me."

His words still hoarse, he retreated to the top of the stairs, into a room where he had some carrion, a meal, waiting, he wanted the feast on Kristia to be for pleasure, not a quick snack to give him the energy to go on.

|With boots that big, you'd think she'd make a lot more noise. But, being that she wasn't the most mortal of all people, she was blessed with quite a bit of stealth...if your nose wasn't sharp enough to detect her. She was up at the door without a sizeable amount of time wasted, her senses assaulted with things most disagreeable. She could swear she heard a pissed off Kris, but then, maybe she'd just spilt her coffee, right? Didn't explain that wicked odor, though...|

Kristia watched him disappear from sight at let out a hiss. Whatever he went off to do, it would give Kristia a moment to recuperate. Ignoring the scarlet liquid that was trickling down her face, she used both hands to pull at the cage. Pull. Push. Kick. Punch. She even went as far to bite those pearly white fangs into the metal but all of it accomplished nothing. She wasn't able to stand in the cage, instead she kept on the balls of her feet, prepared to take flight if she somehow managed a wayout of here. A low-rumbling noise grew into an angry scream.

"I'm going to.. KILL YOU."

She couldn't contain her anger but something stopped the yelling. What was that? A scent of canine? It was hard to really track through the stench of the corpses Capizio had left strung about her house but there was something.

Capizio's meal, which had been waiting for him was cold, but he enjoyed it as he started to consume it, he imagined how good the not quite human slaver would taste, with each bite of the dead flesh in front of him, he became a little more unable to resist the idea of consuming Kristia, right now. He wouldn't, he couldn't, it was not his plan, she was in the cage, for a reason, order in all things, it was important.

|Death and anger. Two of the most acrid things in the whole world. They burned her nostrils, but the former enticed like no other. Trix could feel her stomach churning....No. No time for that. Something was up. And right there, she definitely heard Kris. She growled softly as she unhooked her swords and took off her boots. Sure, she could have switched with them on, but she didn't want to be weighed down...she wanted to get in there and around there as fast as she could. She left herself in jeans and a wifebeater, eyes closing to concentrate. She'd already been invited in once, so thankfully, she didn't need to wait for that to happen. There was the sudden feeling of full-body chaos as she turned from solid Trixie to smoky, off-color fog, cells and molecules spreading out to seep through cracks around the door.|

Not blessed with any super normal senses, Capizio couldn't detect the apparition moving around, and appearing inside, but luck usually seemed to favor him, he had his fill of dead meet and wanted to go admire his new caged animal, but he wanted to see her angry, so he called out ahead,

?Kristia! Kristia! Guest in my Home! Krista! Krista! Next in a tomb!?

|She rolled through and settled on a little patch, putting herself back together, there. When she was whole, the very last bit of her blonde hair locking into place, she growled again. Whoever just said that was officially on her shit list. She crouched down, though her white tank and light hair didn't exactly help her blend into her surroundings. The stench of the kill was working on her, gnawing at her usual human-esque control.|

Yes! The scent had gotten stronger. But what was it? Kristia's poor Saiint Bernard was still somewhere on the loose. It was very probable that the smell was her four-legged friend coming to inspect the excitement. Little good that would do her. Her chest was heaving as she took quick, violent breathes. Pull yourself together, Kristia. Her head was killing her and she didn't know what was worse. The pain or the fact that this creep was able to so easily get under her skin. Another quick breath and she began talking to herself out loud.

"Calm... Focus. He's trying to piss you off. Pull yourself together. There's a way out of this. Just need to think."

Yep. It was self-help hour in the Dhampire's world. Capizio's attack had come right in the midst of her middle-llife breakdown.

Capizio found himself standing at the top of the stairs as he prepared to taunt and mock Kristia a little bit more, but before he could speak he saw the stranger, this was not planned for, it was not accounted for, whoever she was, she was in the way, she had certainly put a kink in his day.

A set of green eyes burned into the man-creature on the stairs while little Trixie snarled. She made sure her pupils didn't leave him as she began to side-step towards the sound of Kristia's voice. She was around here somewhere, but unfortunately, Trixie's nose was being overwhelmed right now, thus proving useless. Her ears would just have to pick up the slack.

She reached down to pat her hips, having forgot she left her swords on the otherside of the door. There was a brief frown with the revelation, but she was quick to return to baring her teeth, her upper canines now extending down to her lower lip. One false move, and she swore she'd pounce.

"Don't you mean the house you're going to be buried in? You misereble little cockroach."

Kristia hissed out, giving another shake of the cage door. She squirmed around between the metal sides and clanged against them. She couldn't determine who exactly Capizio was talking to but she had her supicions. Slamming her below into the metal wall, she grunted loudly.

"I smell a Sister. Come to join the party?"

Capizio had second thoughts about the intruder, perhaps she too could provide to be a meal, an appetizer before he feasted on his prey. He knew his make shift cage would not hold Kristia forever, so he knew he had to move with some haste.

Capizio came down the stairs rather quickly, he hadn't slid down the solid banister, yet he hadn't walked, evidenced by how easily he glid over the damaged are of the stairs containing Kristia, containing a feast.

As quickly as he came down, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, very near to the stranger. "You find the aroma of my estate to be unagreeable? Have you considered it's not the scent that needs changed, but rather your perception of it?" He didn't wait for an answer to the retorhical question, "A housing inspector are you? Most curiously attired for inspecting the homes of others." He crossed his arms, which seemed to be large, long, in proportion to his body.

He extended his arm outward to her, his long black nails twisting over the tips of his fingers visible. He allowed his face to shift a little, outwardly it looked as there were marbles rolling about under his skin.

As his face boiled, his eyes focused sharply on the intruder. A little slower than he had once been, it finally ocurred to him that this could be a friend of his meals. The woman standing at the stairs could be some sort of ally, here to help a friend in distress. How had Kristia contacted her, nevermind, that wasn't important now.

He took slow steps down the stairs, walking past the broken wood that previously covered the metal cage trap, taking special care to stomp his foot on the metal roof of Kristia's jail.

"I was about to have a bite to eat, I could use the company of an elegant and gorgeous woman, perhaps you'd like to join me?"

He smiled, it seemed genuine, his words seemed genuine. They always did, he had a way of winning a false empathy from people. Most wanted to be his friend when he approached them nicely, they felt for him, his slight disfigurment. If they knew, what stood behind the charming voice though, they would all turn. Capizio knew there was a risk the woman at the bottom of the stairs knew what was behind the voice. So he did not walk down the stairs unprepared, he kept his weight cautiously balanced, not wanting to be tripped up, his arm that was not outstreched was held close, ready to block an oncoming attack. The defensive posture was an instinct any more, no room for chances, no room for errors, no room for his meal, and this stranger to ruin all Capizio had tried to acheive.


(( Jeeze! Almost a month later, I sorry! ))

There were a few things Trixie didn't trust. One of them was full-blown vamps (call that the lycan in her), while farther down the line was boiling-face people. But at the very top of her list was people who described her as elegant. She knew herself better than that. Besides, since Kristia was here somewhere, though not exactly visible, and was not introducing this guy as a friend, he wasn't.

But Trixie would play nice if she had to. Her right hand was morphing into a thing of gnarled claws and sinew, but she made sure to keep it positioned strategically on her hip as she spoke over the sounds of reforming flesh and bone. It was hard keeping her focus on both, but she was damn sure going to try.

Her left hand rose to push away blondie locks in an effort to distract his eyes, her own pinned on the rolling skin of his face.

"Ya really think I'm gorgeous?" She asked in a pretty decent coo, surprised she wasn't choking out the words. "Well, I s'pose, fer such a charming gentleman, I can spare some time. What's on the menu?"

She was stock-still except for the slow and poisonously sweet smile she was exhibiting for the just tooooooo kind host.

Birdman. Great.

Once she saw he was a shifter, she was already on alert. So when he leapt up, she crouched down, weight all kept carefully on the balls of her feet, as she willed more of her body to conform to a shape that would let her handle this.

Her right hand was no longer distinguishable as such. Her fingers were shorter, more intimately connected, but still long enough to separate the four wickedly-curved scythes that her nails had morphed into. Tufts of black fur had somehow appeared, as well.

Her other arm was just starting to pop and snap when he made the dive. She waited for as long as she could before jumping, so as to give him little time to follow her pounce to the left. In the same motion, her right arm struck out with a sickening tearing sound as her humerus expanded and re-inserted itself a little lower, the fully-formed claws aiming to catch hold of some part of the feathery foe.

It usually took her less than a minute, give or take ten seconds, to get from Trixie to Monster, especially when she was riled up. She didn't get the full minute, though.

By now, both arms were longer and inserted differently, and her ribs had expanded to make her wider. Her neck, too, was larger around, and her face had morphed. Her ears were pointier and higher up on the sides of her head, and her nose proturded more so than usual, forming almost a full-fledged muzzle. However, her legs and vertebrae had not expanded to their full potential, meaning the height deviation was not around to help her here. She heard the talons before she saw them, her face in the process of turning away from the damage he was trying to inflict when she was struck. She was quick, alright, but not quick enough.

Her nose, rather...her snout, took a good brunt of it, but to be sure, he gave her one good slash directly across her left eye. Both the lid and the eyeball beneath were ripped, as well as a chunk of skin torn from her nose.

She almost howled. Almost. But that wasn't Trixie McAllister's style. Blood poured from the gaping wound and the flaps of skin, but instead of reeling backwards, she growled and tightened her hold on the captured leg. She pulled down fiercely, all her strength used in an attempt to bring him down closer.

"You'll be real <censored> sorry ya did that..." She promised him, her voice reduced to a violent, cold grumble through her teeth. Her vision was blurry from both the tears provoked in her one intact eye and from the obvious injuries she was sporting in the other, but Scathachians, well, they don't go down without a proper fight.

"Ya might not look like a chicken, but I hope ya taste like one."

It was a blind snap, but one guided by a predator's nose. Those teeth, brutual canines and all those pointy ends, opened wide and went for some bird meat.