Ronon smirked as she spoke, watching as she stepped away and turned her back. He watched with amazement as she stripped her bra off and began to shimmer, almost shaking as she doubled over and shifted. He smirked at the little white fox sitting in the dirt, stepping towards her before he could get control of himself. Unsure how self aware her fox form was, he squatted down and held out a hand. "Come here... I want to touch you" He reached out and ran his fingers over her fur, giving a light tug to her ear before he stood. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down, kicking them into their clothes pile. He spared the fox a glance and gave her a half smirk "It'll take me a bit longer... So don't freak out"
He closed his eyes, flexing his fingers as he opened the door to his cats cage. The pain laced through him, both sharp and throbbing... As his fingersnails began to form into claws, his hands shortening as tawny fur began to cover his skin. He fell to his knees, paws hitting the dirt instead of hands. Back arched, he allowed the remainder of the transformation to take his over... Leaving a massive lynx standing in his place. Ronon opened his eyes, glancing back to Lyla as he stretched, giving a great yawn. He shook his coat and flicked his black tipped ears before stepping towards her. He was easily as tall as a great dane, built just as thick as any natural Lynx... He stopped, watching Lyla, looking for her reaction to him. There was no hiding the fact that he was Were now, no shifter would retain their mass when shifted, only weres did that... Hopefully she would be able to see past his disease and see the man underneath...
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still tryin' to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am
I was a young troubadour
when I rode in on a song
I'll be an old troubadour
when I'm gone
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