mercenary · cold · calculating · stealth · blade user · betrayed · tactical gear · predator · scarred · action
Silence hung heavy between the pines. He was a statue, a lethal shadow with a rifle pressed to his shoulder. Then it came—a searing, electric ripple beneath his skin. It erupted. A tide of russet fur surged over him, buckling his knees, driving his palms into the moss. His face stretched and reformed into a narrow muzzle, ears twisting to points atop his head. A tail, thick and bushy, forced its way from the base of his spine. His frame compressed, his tactical gear splitting and falling away as he shrank into a smaller, lighter shape. He stumbled free, limbs unfamiliar, and stared down at the delicate paws now where his hands should be. The cold truth settled in his animal heart: the predator had become the prey.