Skylar got to her feet and walked to the entrance when the skinwalker and the guild went outside. Skylar knew her name as soon as she had entered the building,she knew her thoughts,her memories,and her secrets..she knew exactly how badly this backstabbing traitor deserved to feel agonizing pain.
Skylar walked up and stood with the others,not even noticing she was standing beside the human with the Drake companion. A sudden rage fills her as she thinks about how this foolish creature dared to come into her new home and threaten her new family...she knew that she needed to control herself, though part of her wanted to let herself kill the skinwalker.
"This skinwalker...Visica, she deserves pain for her deceitful actions are vile and she is a traitor," Whispers Skylar aloud,her voice filled suddenly with a cruel and furious hatred.
Skylar knew that her anger could grow out of control and she would change into her most hated form...and if that happened she would kill the skinwalker without even a moment of thought.
As her body whispers its longing to transform, she decides to change only in case she was needed if this bcame a serios confrontation.
Her eyes become pure black, and she must force herself to change into a less repulsive form than her body wanted to become. Her bow vanishes and her body begins to mold into a different and more beautiful,elegant,but deadly form. The clothes on her rip as her back begins to stretch out in two prominent lumps. The woman had grown gorgeous,though dark, black wings. Her face was flawless,her cheekbones were higher,her eyelashes were long and thick,and her skin was flawless and perfectly smooth.Her black hair was even darker,and draped down like a perfect black veil. She had grown razor sharp fangs and new clothes suddenly appeared on her tall, perfectly shaped body.
A dress like black cloak much like the one the wore before now replaced her clothes. Daggers lines the entire of her black belt,and swords were sheathed on both sides of her belt alongside the daggers. Her final change, was the strange graceful,gorgeous,swirling marking that went down her enter arm,lined her forehead and swirled downward to her cheeks,and her shoulders.
Skylar stands tall,and remains where she is...though her eyes do not waver from the skinwalker for even a single moment.