The scream escalated so sharply that the not was like sand paper against Ulrika's vocal chords. As it died away she fell forward; her weight distributed itself over her hands, knees, and the balls of her feet. Then her stomach seized, her throat opened wide, and her lungs expanded to their fullest. She let out a roar that shook the very foundations of the keep, her spine curling violently to accommodate the force that her body shouldn't have been able to make.
Tears fell down her cheeks, leaving streams of chill on her heated skin. Ulrika glared at the gathered soldiers of Thyne as they stumbled back from the reverberations through mortar and stone all around them. She inhaled, her heart trembling under each beat. She arched her back, lifting her torso back over her knees. Splaying her fingers, Ulrika unleashed another roar that she nearly choked on. She could feel the power rattle down each vertebrae, and through an extension of her spine that she didn't have - a tail.
After the sound faded, fatigue dropped her on her hip, panting.
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