Locked In | Fleur & Jin Goo
He’s a little more than panicked. He can feel a prickling under his skin that signaled the beginning of transformation, but there was nowhere really he could go. He had just started at the Institute a few days ago, and didn’t have any place of his own that he could transform without worrying that there would be an issue.
His vision starts to blacken at the edges, and Jin Goo doesn’t have the time to worry about it anymore. The transformation is upon him, and he just has enough time to wrench his tags over his head and throw them on the ground amongst the grass before his joints lock and he’s forced on all fours. He feels pain, then nothing as his consciousness is stolen from him.
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It wakes up, shaking itself, as though from a deep sleep. Its environment is unfamiliar, not that any of its previous ones were any different. Claws dig deep into the earth, tearing up bits and pieces of grass and dirt. Snarls rip from its chest as it surveys its surroundings. There’s a scent nearby. Prey.
In its animal rage, it dives headlong into a dense thicket of roots, wood, and leaves. Backpedaling isn’t easy, it’s joints mostly used to propel itself forwards at prey rather than for backtracking. It growls loudly and snaps its jaw together, getting a mouthful of sharp twigs and thorns. Along the way there’s a loud crack. It doesn’t care to look backwards, so it doesn’t see that a thick part of some tree’s roots has broken off sinking into its hind leg. It’s caught in an awkward position, and in its struggles, it’s front leg bends in a way it’s not supposed to, and the bone breaks. In a blind rage, the pain doesn’t register. All it does is snarl louder, and struggle uselessly. That only makes it angrier. How is it that thick steel cannot hold it, but mere nature, easily destroyed nature, has stopped it in its tracks? Dark blue eyes glitter with rage as it glares at its surroundings, still struggling uselessly against its bindings.