Peridot glares right back at Nightshade, something feral flashing across her eyes. Her grip on the poker tightens, her heart pounds frantically against her ribs; she knows she can't win this fight on her own. Other people are stepping in to Steven's defense as well, but it just doesn't feel like enough. Not with how angry she is at this fae, how raw and real the threat it poses to this changeling who is actually the single most important person in Peridot's entire life.
She needs to protect him. Normally, she trusts Steven to protect himself, but here in Portland, things are so backwards... Glancing at him now, he seems even more scared than she is! Ugh, if only she wasn't so small and useless...!
That's when she feels the presence of something reaching out to her, brushing up against her soul and warming it, like a friend who takes your hand comfort you when you're at your very lowest.
It makes her an offer, and she can't accept it fast enough.
She steps forward again, bristling, radiating raw power. White fur is starting to grow over her whole body, her beast's spirit surging within her. And Peridot is still there, she's still in control, but she's also just... something entirely different, at the same time.
It's sort of like fusion, in a way.
The poker is let go, but instead of dropping, it hovers in mid-air next to her. "He is NOT. GOING. WITH YOU!!!" she snarls, her voice strangely distorted, and on the last word the poker streaks towards Nightshade like a bullet.
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She needs to protect him. Normally, she trusts Steven to protect himself, but here in Portland, things are so backwards... Glancing at him now, he seems even more scared than she is! Ugh, if only she wasn't so small and useless...!
That's when she feels the presence of something reaching out to her, brushing up against her soul and warming it, like a friend who takes your hand comfort you when you're at your very lowest.
It makes her an offer, and she can't accept it fast enough.
She steps forward again, bristling, radiating raw power. White fur is starting to grow over her whole body, her beast's spirit surging within her. And Peridot is still there, she's still in control, but she's also just... something entirely different, at the same time.
It's sort of like fusion, in a way.
The poker is let go, but instead of dropping, it hovers in mid-air next to her. "He is NOT. GOING. WITH YOU!!!" she snarls, her voice strangely distorted, and on the last word the poker streaks towards Nightshade like a bullet.