Anderson woke up feeling like someone had beaten the ever-living s**t out of him.
He stamped one hoof... wait a minute.
Why the f**k was he in unicorn mode? He opened his eyes, blinked, then realized it wasn't his eyes that were the problem. They were in some sort of stable, stale smelling and heavily marred with the residue of pain and suffering. The people that came into this stable didn't have a good time during their stay. More than a few hadn't left it alive. f*****g fantastic.
And why in the ever-living f**k was he in unicorn mode? Forcing someone to shift was just... ugh, he needed a f*****g bath. He needed to run somebody through with his horn. He didn't care how badly or how long that would f**k him up. The only people allowed to force him to shift without explicitly asking wer
