Rhosyn sat in the kitchen, after the commotion, still in her PJ's, laying on the couch. She missed her mate, her beautiful fiancee... but she was far away in another town. When they had last spoke, she had told Rhosyn that right now was her... figuring herself out period. Asking all the questions, facing the harsh truths about herself.
She sighed and sat up, feeling drained. Facing one's self was hard.
'I feel so much more real in this form,' she thought, eyeing her form. Her four arms, curvy figure, colored hair, horns... they were amazing. She knew she was lying to herself though... shapeshifters were like that. Never content in one form or another. She wished she could just decide on one form and stick to it. One idea of who she was.
She concentrated and her hair, an aquamarine and blue, turned purple and black. Emo, that was fitting her mood right? It was all she would allow herself to do for now. Hair color changed on people all the time, and no one questioned it.
She was trying to convince herself of something again, she thought. 'I just need to work this out of my system...'.
Flopping over again, frustrated, she let the blood rush to her head, hanging upside down off the couch.