ʀ ʏ ᴀ ɴ ᴍ ᴀ ʏ ᴇ ᴢ : [indent][indent]ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ɢ ɪ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ʟ ᴅ : [b]"[sub] s ᴜ ʙ ʟ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ [/sub]"[/b][/indent][/indent][hr] Nothing was making sense. Any hope for sanity was frantically losing itself as her mind tried to grab onto something, [i]anything.[/i] A word; an emotion; a sound; a memory; [i]anything.[/i] But, there was nothing that she could mentally find or ascertain. She was lost in some void or space of existence and suddenly... Suddenly, the agony stopped. But the memories of it were still crawling shivers through Ryan’s body, which… felt disparate and -- She raised her hand to touch her head as if her emotions were feeling some faintness. The silver hints of light glinted in the daytime, taking her aback as she opened her deformed hand. There was a fear she was supposed to illicit, but her body felt stronger than the faintness she thought she felt she was obliged to be exhibiting, if the previous courses of action had not shown some ultimate weakness in her. As her arm stretched closer, the muscles molded and moved in a strange manner, and the scent of foreign cloth muffled against her gaped mouth, concealing her state of perplexity in a comforting manner. As comforting as the sensation was, a spike of surprise jetted through her, interweaving its nature through the horrors of the pain and suffering she had just endured. She was no longer in her human form. She was some sort of -- [i]monster.[/i] Narrow eyes quickly shut and opened, deducing what could have happened while her mind wrapped around the size of the silver hand flexed in front of her. [i]I am one of those omen things, now?[/i] It very well came to her knowledge that there was something warm wrapped around her head, and these flushed emotions were not physical at all. They were some made-up emotion she had prescribed herself out of some habit. She was not in her body, anymore. She enjoyed this feeling as her other arm, more modestly dressed, streamed for symmetrical perspective while she examined her new suit. The initial shock began melting into some form of energy... much to her liking. And, huffing in the warmth wrapped around her jaw, full breaths weaved to-and-from Ryan’s form. They were larger but quieter than she was expecting them to be, and by casting a calmness through the cloud of confusion, a clearness was overcoming her recollection of the pain that had distraught her before the wretched destitution had taken her hostage. It had been a necessary escape, it seemed for whatever thoughts began commandeering around in her head to feel so altered, [i]antithetic,[/i] like her previous physique had been some fantasy or lie. This version could not help but be superior and solidified. Her body slowly lifted, hearing the rough panic of the little omens panting litanies of syllables after syllables of warning. There was a robust muscle inside her chest pounding at the commotion. She knew there was danger, but the over-awareness seemed less frightening, now, especially as her sturdy body continued to uncurl and move upwards into a straightened posture. In fact, the firm airiness of her body gliding taller and taller as she stood in a pompous disposition caused her gaped mouth to close and smirk in secret contempt beneath her white ashen scarf. “I could get used to this,” she muttered. Her voice was now muffled, distinctively low. A surge of confidence struck her at the sound with a tightened fist of admiration. [i]It even comes with a sword,[/i] she mentally noted, having somehow missed the blade’s appearance during her initial reaction to her shape-shifting. Things were looking up, for once. The toes in her boots curled with excitement at all the new sensations coursing through her as she moved her body with ease at the caution of the little monsters, so small in comparison to her, now. She even watched in vain apathy as the large tree lifted, and its roots grabbed the soil, desperately trying to cling to the forest floor in an anxious manner. Ryan braced herself, unaware of her own lack of strength, “I’m ready for Round Two,” Her feet shifted with the rumbling growl of her voice, and her now red eyes narrowed in pursuit. Her knees were bent, and even then, her height was tremendous than before the distortion -- or whatever it was. This was a [i]definite[/i] game changer, and clearly, there something powerful on her side. Call it a glitch -- a cheat -- or something just part of the rules -- Ryan was suddenly interested in playing. There was no way she could lose, but suddenly... Suddenly, everything stopped. Just like her pain had. A small disappointment waved over Ryan as the large tree, ominous in size froze in midair. She wanted to try out this new [i]thing[/i] and attempt catching the oversized plant, reckless as it as. Her back, which had been slightly arched forward in anticipation was now retracting hesitantly at the sense of another powerful force paving its way into the game. The stillness quickly jerked Ryan’s Adrenalin, and her body tensed. She liked this brute feeling as she awaited for her next challenge. Her ears perked automatically to the sounds of metal stomping its own clearing in the forest. Sensorium was tapping trickles of impatience into her as she stood still, feeling all the differences of this world begin to unfold unusual to what her human body had experienced. [quote]"Oh my stars." It - no, she - also sounded like a young child as she stared at the four. "I - I know there's a lot going on right now and I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but you four - please, this way." She pointed behind her with the mallet, lurching forward and catching herself on the shrub. "I can't keep this up for much longer, and that tree's going to hurt if it lands on you."[/quote] There was an agitation towards the young child’s suggestion, despite any struggles resting in her aid. Ryan’s boot dug its heel into the soil as her eyes quickly glanced at her comrades, “Last one out is a rotten egg,” she scoffed competitively before turning her body and swiftly sprinting in the opposite direction. The strides of her legs were long and muscular, and the pensive accuracy of each footstep was exhilarating for her, regardless of current circumstances.