Houndette perked up at the sound of the question, and she sighed deeply. Yet another drink she’d have to take, because she lived
in the city.
“Odile,” she said, effectively interrupting Houndile from her chewing. “You can stop now.”
Houndile growled. “B̵u̴t̴ ̴I̸’̸m̷ ̸n̵o̶t̸ ̶d̷o̶n̴e̷ ̵h̵e̸r̵e̵ ̶y̷e̴t̵.“
“I am. I’d like to drink my next potion sooner rather than later,” she demanded.
Another loud growl from Houndile, and she stood up, effectively letting Red go.
“̴Y̸o̴u̵ ̷s̶a̶i̸d̶ ̵I̴ ̶c̶o̴u̴l̸d̴ ̶c̸h̵e̶w̸ ̷h̴i̶s̶ ̴a̴r̸m̷s̵ ̶o̶f̵f̷.̵”̷
“No, I said you wanted
to, not that you could,” Houndette corrected.
Houndile chuffed. She snorted in Red’s direction, as a last show of attack, before turning and heading back toward the group. Houndette hopped of Houndile and reluctantly trudged back over to grab another potion. She went for a clear colored one this time, as she’d grown tired of the ones with strange hues.
As she wrestled with the cork, she finally took notice of the Brionne, and she squeaked. “Selene! Are you back in your body?” She’d been so caught up in harassing Red, she didn’t even notice until then. She laughed a little, much needed after that chase. “You look cute.”
Using her paws, she began to wrestle with the vial. It popped open and spilled all over the floor, and she, like a dog, began to lap at it. She was relieved to find that it tasted vaguely of pecha flavored water, which she didn’t mind. A dainty puff of smoke appeared before her.
[[Time to enjoy your least favorite outfit, ever!]]
Well. That didn’t sound too terrible.
Thank the gods, she was a human again. It was starting to feel weird as a dog. But, the rest of her body, even sitting on the floor, felt heavy and weighted. She peered down at her legs, to find that they were covered in a deep red, pressed velvet skirt. It matched with the drop-shoulder bodice that wrapped around her torso. The cherri berry on top was the matching tiara she wore on her head—it was quite large for a tiara’s standard, and the stones embedded into it were just as red, if not redder than the dress, and they seemed to glow. The texture moved, like there was liquid beneath them.
Her expression fell, until she was entirely emotionless. She slowly reached up to feel the crown, before plucking it from her head. As she looked at it, her eyes hardened into a glare.
she shouted, before pegging it at a nearby wall.