Fire licked at the base of the obsidian cauldron. Chants of evil
filled the air. The ingrediants in the magic pot swirled about
lazily. "Sprig of sage, hair of king, claw of cat, toe of frog!"
The mixture fizzed angrily. "Ingrid!" Barked Mosstoe. "Watch
what you put in the pot, before you kill us all!"
Ingrid's ears layed flat against her skull as her cat lips pulled
back to reveal her pearly fangs. She hissed angrily. "I am the only
one who knows what I am doing!"
"Cionide, Arsonick, tongues, eyes; what's the difference?" Cried
Ravenface.
"The difference is everything!" Yowled Ingrid.
"Just because you can see in the dark, doesnt mean you can
treat us kike wenches!" Croaked Web-head, curling her mucus
covered flipper around Ingrid's throat.
Ingrid shape-shifted into a huge, black and grey tiger. The
tiger pinned the toad woman to the packed-earth floor of the
cave. "That's it!" Cawwed Ravenface, tearing the two apart with
feathered talons.
Ingrid roared her frustrations. Her tail flicked menacingly at
the rest of the women. They all transformed into their better
forms. Ravenface into a crow, Mosstoe into a jackal, and
Web-head into a Kane-toad.
Ingrid remained strongest of them all. She bellowed an angry
roar as sge bared her huge saber-teeth. The rest rolled their eyes
and un-transformed. "Let's just finish the potion, so we can at
least look human." Mosstoe said, irritably annoyed.
Ingrid's amber eyes remained as she shrunk into a raven-haired
maiden. Ravenface's eyes remained beady, Mosstoe's canines
still gleamed sharp, and Web-head's fingers remained webbed.
"You know if yoy guys change your names to more human
sounding ones, it'd be easier to convince your human sides to
come out." Ingrid smirked. "That's one if the reasons I changed
mine from Sourpuss."
Ingrid shook her head as she calmly stirred the concoction, her
past anger forgotten. She drummed her fingers on her hip.
"What was the other reason?" Web-head gurgled. "You were so
sour you turned sweet?!" They busted out laughing.
"No one wants a name that doesnt fit." Ingrid said, recovering
her composure.
She spooned some of the mixture into a cup, and she gracefully
walked to a small room. The others followed.
"Then from now on call me Mira." Mosstoe yipped.
"Shh." Ingrid hissed as she bent down beside a bed. "Drink
this." She gently said to the man lying there. "It will help you
regain your strength."
"Thank you." He took a sip and started shaking. Before he knew
was trans-human.
Ingrid put a hand to his forehead, "Da-mul." She whispered, as
his skin flashed with scales. She pressed her hands to his smooth
cheeks and the shaking receded.
"What shall we call him?" Raven asked.
"Evan." He coughed. "My name is Evan."
"Rest." Ingrid cooed, and she lead the women out.
