Soft sobs were heard in the living room. Seems somebody has not been having the best day. Strade went out, and Ren seemed to not be really in the mood to comfort, so that just left her alone..or perhaps, not.
(Forgive me if this doesn't work. Just trying to feel the mood/setting.)
She could have killed him right then and there. Instead, she waited—every aching hour, feeling for the shift in the air that meant night had finally come. She didn't need a window to know. She could feel it in her bones, the call to her wilder self.
But when the moment arrived… she chickened out.
Maybe the trauma of being taken by force had paralyzed her. Whatever the reason, he was gone by the time she came back to herself, alone in the basement. She sighed. On the bright side, she could explore. Gather evidence. Put his ass in jail.
No time to feel sorry for herself. Too much to do.
She shifted into a mouse, slipping easily out of the chains, scurrying up the basement steps, and squeezing under the door. Were there other people living here? Did they know what he was doing, or…?
She got her answer soon enough. A woman was crying somewhere nearby, a strange collar locked around her neck. Obilo didn't need to be a detective to know that thing was dangerous.
"She looks like a perfect ally to me," Obilo murmured to herself.
But she wasn't about to reveal her true self. She'd stay in her animal morph. Better to protect her identity than risk everything. If this woman turned out to be a foe, who would believe a talking animal biting her?
Of course, she didn't want to scare her either.
So she shifted again—this time into something cuter. Who doesn't like a bunny? She carefully moved toward her new potential ally.
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