Something felt off. Ever since Minho had woken up that morning, she had the strangest feelings and the most disorganized thoughts. Despite these issues, there was something more pressing that seemed to consume her very being. Perhaps it was being stuck in that female body or perhaps it was something much worse than that.
Pain seemed to plague the small frame she took ownership of once she was rendered out of her true body, her male form; the real Choi Minho. For now, she was simply just a shell.
Wandering down the empty hallways of the castle, her heels were the only sound that could be heard as the clicked against the marble flooring. Walking seemed to be all that took the edge off of the burning sensation that continuously ran up her spine. She couldn’t even maintain her human form. Her piercing yellow eyes seemed to burn brighter, a lengthy tail flicking behind her.
Within an instant, excruciating pain racked through her, causing her to let out a loud scream that reverberated off the walls. It felt as though flames had begun to consume her. Had she been back to her old self, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference what was about to happen.
The pain began to circle around her shoulder blades, that all too familiar pain of flesh and bone expanding, cracking as it did so. As it intensified, she was brought to her knees, pressing her fingertips hard into the floor. She gasped for air as her heart began to race, the rapid beating causing her to feel her pulse in her throat.
Consumed by a dark aura, she felt in that moment that her body would be torn apart. The worst part about it was she was nearly correct. She felt her flesh tearing open, the warmth of her blood running down her back. Her eyes brimmed with tears that fell slowly as she felt the additional extensions to her body. With one final agonizing cry, she hit the floor as the dark aura dispersed in a burst of heat that traveled through the castle, slightly raising the temperature.
There she laid; a whimpering mess. The pain was still there, but it slowly faded away leaving her feeling ill. Despite the discomfort she felt, weakly she reached a hand back, touching what had formed. Wings? Her eyes widened before she closed them tightly. She was certain that what had formed made her hideous and she immediately felt self conscious.
Forcing the wings to close around herself protectively, she remains still afterwards, lying within the blood that had pooled beneath her when the skin broke away completely. She hoped that nobody found her.