The longer she was in this body, the more she became aware of its limitations. A dull pain was constant, as was the itching. She took the latter as a sign that new skin was growing back… clearly more than my wings were scorched…
She also became aware of something skittering in the distance. It was much larger than a rat, and yet could not pick up its heartbeat. The most disturbing element was the sound of it sniffing the air… as though searching for prey…
It conjured up the imagery of a dark shadow stalking women in the night… Like something straight out of Nosferatu.

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