Hey, What Can I Say

Over the last few days or so, Onyx had been growing strange crystal appendages front the joint of her armpit and some along her cheek bones. Maybe any normal wolf would have been frightened by the changes, but she was no normal wolf now was she? Honestly, she thought that she was just growing mutations that she had seen other wolves have. Though they weren't crystals usually, were they? Certainly this had nothing to do with the crystals she had collected or touched or broke. That probably would have been common sense, but for once it seemed Onyx didn't have it. Or maybe she was just ignoring it.

She had thought that the growths were pretty cool, they were nearly the same color as her fur, they seemed quite fashionable and appealing with where they had poked out. Surely nothing was wrong with them. She had made her way to the steppe, just looking around for a small prey to take home or a fight to tone her skills. It would have been nice to give these bad babies a go.

"Onyx"