<Wait sister before you go...> Tzatch held her hand out to her sister Volvoretta. She pressed a stone bracelet into her large palm <wear this so they will not notice you. Do us proud. Destroy this abomination of the spirits> She smiled and looked into Retta's face with her blind eyes. With a swift not Retta slipped the bracelet on and smiled back<br/><br/>The change was painful. Retta screamed in agony as she felt her bones crack and compact down and down  pulling in tighter and tighter.  The cried out as she watched her  lovely fur fall away and reveal her scared body. Her claws had vanished and for a moment she stumbled. Off balance. Her tail was gone and instead she was forced to walk on these strange plantigrade feet.  She clung to a rock wall for support and stood there for a moment. Getting used to her new body.<br/><br/>Hours went by as she relearned how to walk, how to move, How to appear normal. Or at least a semblance of normal. At last she was confidant in her new skin.  She tied her hair back folding it over and over again so it wouldn't drag too much on the ground behind her. Her eyes blazed gold and that was something she could not hide. At least not yet.<br/><br/>This city stinks.  These people these soulless, lifeless humans wallowing in this stench it was almost unbearable.  Retta coughed a little as she tumbled into an alley way. Naked  and feeling rather exposed. Some old man who smelled of fermented hops  and potatoes closed in on her. "Hey hunny... hic why'dun you commere 'n gimme a kiss?"  It was his unlucky day today.<br/><br/>Retta gripped the man in her hand and glared int to his eyes.  Her blazing gold  irises seeming to shift slightly as she looked deeper and deeper into him. Terror. Terror and horrors of such unimaginable and incomprehensible natures flooded his mind. Lovefcrafian shapes formless and sifting clouded his vision they came for him reaching out with their long terrible claws. What... what did they want.  They wanted only the simple things. His flesh. His blood. They demanded he give it to them. There was a scream that rang out though the alley way as the man collapsed  his life stolen away.<br/><br/>The now human Retta took his clothing, his cloak, his sunglasses and dressed herself int hem before disposing of the body. But no one checked. It was just another crazed hobo yelling to himself. Nobody cared.  Taking a strip of cloth she hung it over her face lightly like a veil.  She placed the glasses over her eyes to conceal her unchangeable traits and stumbled once more, out in to the bustling city.<br/><br/>This city stank. Those lifeless souls that passed her by. They had to die. They had to be destroyed. Or else they would kill the world. This city stank. Rank with the flesh of the walking dead that called themselves humans.