Post by Jess King on Feb 1, 2015 1:43:06 GMT
Jess sat on the forest floor one afternoon, her back against a nice, thick tree. She was tired for some reason, and she guessed it was because the quiet and peacefulness of the forest serenaded her. Yawning, she morphed into her black jaguar form, and closed her eyes. She knew it was the wrong thing to do in the forest, especially considering the news about the assassins, but it felt nice for her to relax. I should do this more often, Jess thought, just mere seconds before she drifted off to sleep.
