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Dec 20, 2020 16:23:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2020 16:23:50 GMT -7
 January 2025
Teaching Ava how to be an animagus wasn't exactly something her grandparents wanted, but it was a necessary skill. Of course, Ava didn't blame them at all! It took a lot of work and time to learn the art, and they weren't as young as they used to be. They'd taken time out of their busy schedules to help guide Ava on this journey so that she could have more freedom. Because no one else would know what her animal form was, it meant she could wander the island a bit more without fear of being caught. The other druids could be quite cruel to the girl, so being able to turn into an animal would be a welcome relief. Her grandparents were looking out for her.
Of course, it wasn't easy. They often got very frustrated with her as they tried to teach her the skill. But she didn't blame them, she was the one that screwed it up. They were the kind ones were teaching her to begin with. Any mistakes were on her, not them. Eventually though, she'd finally done it. The night came, the storm blew in. Ava muttered the spell over and over in a whisper. All the while she hoped, and prayed, she'd be something useful. Like a bird. A bird would be nice. She'd like to fly. Anything but a dog or wolf. Please, no canine. As her body changed for the first time, she knew something was "wrong". The four legs. The ears. The snout. Her grandparents faces told her that it was wrong too. Those horrified and disgusted looks. They couldn't even look when she finished transforming. She wasn't a wolf, but in there eyes, she was as good as. She was a coyote. Her albinism also seemed to carry over, her fur lacking any pigment. A white coyote.
An abomination. If she could, she would have cried. Instead, she just ran into the trees. Ran, and ran, and ran, until she couldn't run anymore.
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