[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RyWDuQn.png[/img] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] [@AzureKnight], [@PaulHaynek][/sub] [hr][/center] As the campers fled the scene, Titanica only watched them flee for their lives into the trees as she stood over their puny tents. A loud snort ruptured from her nostrils as she looked back to see the rest of her allies come to the scene. Forde congratulated her on getting rid of them and for her to keep watch for any other intruders, however the titan barely took notice of him. However, she did not proceed to return to her human form. Instead, she simply plopped down on the snow-covered ground and watched the forest beyond. As she laid beside the campfire, her mana continued to radiated outwards, providing more warmth amongst the heat that the fire demoness brought with her. But as they continued waited, it became apparent that the interrogation was taking a bit longer than usual. Whatever was taking the creepy grave-digger so long to interrogate this Mordus fellow? At least it confirmed that Titanica didn't scare the person off - which was rather odd considering how she issued a bellowing roar and how the others were yelling to fall back. In the meanwhile, the harpy seemed to have come up with a mischievous plan... "[color=royalblue][i]You know, girls.[/i][/color]" She began. Titanica merely turned her reptilian head down at the tiny girl. "[color=royalblue][i]We monsters have this ability... to smell - sense the energy of others. Other monsters, men, especially men. That lets us know that we have... partners.[/i][/color]" Another blatant snort rifled from her nostrils as she shook her head as if a bug was flying close to her ear. She didn't seem interested in what the girl had to say, let alone what she was talking about. She might be an ancient titan from thousands of years ago, but she was never too interested in mere gossip about lovers or what not. "[color=royalblue][i]I'll admit though, some monsters are better at this than others.[/i][/color]" She glared over at Vãra inquisitively, wondering that the Harpy meant by her statement. [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NUtcWs1.png[/img] [sub][b]Mentions:[/b] [@Stern Algorithm], [@PaulHaynek][/sub] [hr][/center] Morgan and the sisters were able to dig a hole to shield themselves from the coming exploding birds that whizzed above them. Yet they needed to figure out how to get out of this nightmare of a dream that they were in. It felt so real, yet at the same time... they knew it wasn't. The question simply boiled down to... If this was a dream, then surely... surely they could do whatever they wanted right? Or at least whatever they could at this particular time. This is what rummaged through Morgan's mind as the blue hair-pins on the sides of her head continued to glow ever-so-brightly. It would take her a minute of concentration and thinking before she came at a conclusion in what to do. She looked over at the two flower ladies with a calm, yet confident look. [b][color=f26522]"Stay here."[/color][/b] she motioned calmly with her hands, [b][color=f26522]"I have an idea... Pray to the gods that this works!"[/color][/b] Morgan took a deep breath before she slowly began to climb out of their hidey-hole. She felt her world become somewhat slower, as her perception focused upon what was beyond the fog. The birds continued whizzing by her, yet she didn't feel too fazed by them. In fact, in her mind, the birds were going at least a quarter of how fast they really were. She could hear their screeches and squawks whistle by in a slower pitch and see their maniac-eyes lock onto her petite form as they flew past. But the Titan was not phased. She felt calm - eerily calm - against the raging storm beyond. Morgan then slowly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she spread her arms outward. At first, it wouldn't appear as if it would do anything, until she began to slowly float into the air. The wind around her began to shift, circling around like a vortex around her. Any bird that directly flew at her would find themselves engulfed by the rapidly strengthening winds, putting them into a loop around the moth titan. At the same time, Morgan felt herself gathering a strength she hadn't felt in a long time, one which surged through her body. Suddenly, her eyes open, which were now glowing brightly against the fog. Then Morgan issued an echoing cry, one which extended her wings to their full length and proceeded to remove a massive chunk of the fog around them. Now she could see the slingshots that were in the mere distance, but more importantly... [url=https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Dwy1hyCU8AAJXwX.jpg]She was now a huge literal moth.[/url] While her base form was rather short in stature, her wings were utterly massive - easily stretching over twice the length of her body alone. They were coated in a beautiful pattern of light oranges, crimson reds, white stripes, greenish-blue bases, and sported two giant "eyes" around the tip of her wings. It was a form she hadn't taken - let alone had the use - for thousands of years. Even if this was a dream, all of this felt exhilaratingly real. And Morgan was going to make use out of this. As she flapped her wings in place, she eyed the slingshots and proceeded to hasten her flaps. The faster she flapped, the stronger the winds that she produced. No doubt they would be able to blow both the birds and their slingshots away. However, if that didn't completely work, bolts of holy electricity surged from her wings and proceeded to strike near the base of these wooden structures - threatening to rip their foundations down to their roots. It appeared that the tides had finally turned in favor for Morgan and her allies... and they will surely get out of this dream alive and well. [center] [hider=Morgan's Metamorphosis] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tT6KKtuQAcI[/youtube] [/hider] [/center]