Do not keep silence. [Closed]

[thegoodslayer]

Who: Faith and Jack
What: Somebody just woke up from a hell of a wild night. And by night I mean "weeks" and by wild I mean "She was a fox"
When: Early November
Where: Vincent's safehouse
Warnings: Just Faith being Faith, will update for anything worse than that.

Faith remembers entering the fortune teller's tent. She remembers visions of red deserts and mage robes. She remembers a darkening library and a wet slicing sound. She remembers silver words about a "trapped god"

She remembers very little after that, not even how long it's been. Suddenly, she's on the floor of Vincent's safe-house, watching white fur shrink away into her skin and blinking in confusion at the floor. Her hand instinctively goes to her neck. The scar is still there, her usual scarf gone. In fact, all her clothing is gone- lost, it seems, in the transformation. She's not exactly embarrassed about it, but it is pretty annoying.

Fortunately, there's not many people around. Just her and one other person. She stays low to the ground in a crouch, more for his benefit than for hers- she's not trying to make this any more awkward for him than it already is.

"...Hey, uh, don't suppose you got a coat or somethin'"