Is this what you're looking for? (Finished)

[Lauryn de Vampyre]

She had watched as the woman came to grips in her new body. Watched the dawning realization that something was wrong. Watched her snarl at her and try to pick a fight.

It took a few moments for what she said to sink in, and when it did Lariel's lionfish fins spread out at full span, the ends of them glowing an angry orange/yellow color.

"What I fucking sold to you was what I was told was a Full Species Favor, you ugly monster," she said, picking her words to hopefully anger the woman further. She hadn't planned any of this and there was no reason for the woman to be mad at her, but if she wanted to fight... fine. It'd been awhile since she'd let out her true anger.

"I was told it was a Full Species Favor and you know what, you arrogant cow? There was no way for me to fucking text the Favor. So fuck you. Maybe this is just the world's way of giving you your due karma," she hissed at Felaria.

Grabbing the bag full of coins she'd just recently been given, she dug out half the amount and spilled them out onto the ground between them. "There, take your fucking money but don't you dare think that I had anything to do with this. I don't even fucking know you and am glad for that."

Lariel wanted to sympathize with the woman. She'd been expecting one transformation and had gotten something completely different. She wanted to understand this anger was due to shock and frustration, but she'd never really been the understanding sort.

Pulling all of her Abilities to the front of her mind, she stood ready and waiting just in case the woman really wanted to take out her anger on her.

[The Jenn]

Well, this one prickled easy as a cheap whore. Listen to that shit she was slinging. Only Felaria's age and experiences kept her from jumping the woman's ass right then and there for one hell of a fight that wouldn't end until one or both of them was on the floor bleeding.

She would have at fifteen. She would have been all up in Lariel's business so far she would have come out the other end. Preferably holding some sort of meaty trophy.

But she didn't really know how to work this new body, however it was put together. She couldn't feel it out proper. Didn't know right where limbs would go. And the fact that she'd even taken a second to think this through nearly depressed the shit out of her. She felt older in that moment than she had in the past hundred-odd years.

If she had Harold had been through all this shit only for her to fuck something up now, she was going to kill something. Maybe this woman if she could find her again. Then she'd set about fixing herself to the poitn her lover could stand her again.

"You either fuck-all ignorant or fuck-all stupid, girl, an' I don't have anymore time to waste with you." She had to get to a mirror. Get home. Find Harold. Freak out. Which she could not do in front of the feline.

Fingers flexing to the point of pain, the newly hybridized Golfam hissed, flaring her side-frill, and then swept down to scoop up as much of the money as she could grab in one fist. Then she ran. Ran to find her man.

Her mind had already started switching over to panic.