The shadows laid them bare, stretched by the bindings on their hands above and feet below. The dark lady was treated to a glorious view of their bodies, bereft of any clothing accept for the occasional shred of their night gowns as they struggled powerfully against her will. Even behind the mask of fur she could see every rippling muscle, straining tendon, but all their beautiful strength could not serve to move the shadows more than a few inches. Their feral eyes followed her around the world, rage filling them more with each passing moment in captivity.<br/><br/>At her forceful touch, Lady Kinnley would get a surprising reaction. Both werewolves stiffened, their struggles momentarily waning as each released a muffled groan into their shadow gags. The wake of her fingers left them softly shaking, their breaths growing heavy with exertion. Suddenly, one of them shifted forms; their fur thinning but ears and tail remained. With her werewolf strength gone, she seemed unable to so much as budge Kinnley's shadows, instead shifting weakly, eyes hewn shut. Seeing her sister suddenly return to a lesser form, the other renewed her great struggle; but it seemed somehow weaker, less intense.