[She had never considered whether human legs were more like the back or fore of her natural form's. Even if she began to think about it now... everything hurts too much, her blood is throbbing in her veins, pounding in her hearts, too loud to even really find the answer. So she just says whichever comes out automatically, which is-]
B-
[A wet sound, spitting out more blood that had gathered on a savagely bitten tongue. At least, she thinks its her tongue and not something terrible and internal. It hurts, after all, it feels thick and swollen and clumsy in her mouth.]
Back...
[But though she has neglected again to connect the necessity to be more clear, Nebula might notice soon enough, clearing out room for her torso, the shoulders trembling to hold against weight, that... Hmm. Shouldn't her forelegs be around there? Where were they?
They did not exist any longer. Human torso led not to equine shoulders but to human hips, to human legs- one of which was pinned at an unnatural angle beneath a heavy slab of what had once been a bakery wall.]
no subject
B-
[A wet sound, spitting out more blood that had gathered on a savagely bitten tongue. At least, she thinks its her tongue and not something terrible and internal. It hurts, after all, it feels thick and swollen and clumsy in her mouth.]
Back...
[But though she has neglected again to connect the necessity to be more clear, Nebula might notice soon enough, clearing out room for her torso, the shoulders trembling to hold against weight, that... Hmm. Shouldn't her forelegs be around there? Where were they?
They did not exist any longer. Human torso led not to equine shoulders but to human hips, to human legs- one of which was pinned at an unnatural angle beneath a heavy slab of what had once been a bakery wall.]