<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qsioRd2.png)</div><strong>Morgan Typhoon (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2334172)</strong><em>Human Legendary Shifter 1 CG</em><strong>HP</strong>6 / 12<strong>Temporary HP:</strong>6<strong>Init</strong>1<strong>AC</strong>13<strong>Fort</strong>4<strong>Ref</strong>3<strong>Will</strong>1<strong>CMB</strong>+5<strong>BAB</strong>1<strong>Primary Natural Attack</strong>6 (1d6+5, 20)<br/><strong>Secondary Natural Attack</strong>1 (1d6+2, 20)<br/><del><strong>Scimitar</strong> +5 (1d6+4, 18-20/2)</del><strong>Str</strong>21 (5)<strong>Dex</strong>12 (1)<strong>Con</strong>14 (2)<strong>Wis</strong>8 (-1)<strong>Int</strong>10 (0)<strong>Cha</strong>15 (2)<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted Uniform with Lamellar Armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In front of the mill<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Shifter Shape into Wolf, Shifter Evolution (Ooze Weaponry) to create 2 Claw attacks on front paws<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri<br/><hr/><br/>Alas, the boob times - no, the<em>good</em>times - had to end for a little while now. Though Morgan did take a bit of advantage of Ceri carrying her over to the mill, once they crept along the garden path again, the blue blob hopped out of her arms and bobbed alongside her. Sadly, while this new form was certainly useful for getting carried around - and, to Morgan's slight alarm, was starting to feel<em>natural</em>to move around as - it would obviously not be any good in a fight. But as the earlier fight showed, Morgan was lacking a bit in options as a humanoid ooze... And she did still have that connection to nature, even if it was a bit... weird now. If she could shapeshift, then perhaps...?<br/><br/>"I'm with you." Morgan hopped next to Ceri, the slime gave her a nod... then seemed to furrow a brow and concentrate. Not that it was actually hard to do, she found out rather quickly.<br/><br/>For but a moment, the now once again clear blue ooze was enshrouded in a black mist streaming out of her - and then, instead of her human form or blob form, Morgan had taken the form of a grey wolf, stretching her now body a bit. Almost there... She glanced at her front paws, and the natural claws on them extended and hardened, becoming like small shards of obsidian.<strong>"Hehe, I think this'll do nicely!"</strong>Came Morgan's voice from the wolf's maw, which was quite surreal, but what hadn't been on this day? Confidently, wolf-Morgan stepped over a bit of blue on the ground that was probably some of her 'blood' she had lost earlier.