His life essence poured into her, carried on invisible strands of magic.
It was a grisly scene, the land obscured by the forms of wounded and dying soldiers.
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Deep inside, she felt the skin she had been born into was an ill fit for her and dreamt of one day becoming human.
She felt drawn to one: a robed man encircled by a waning field of magic whose life was quickly slipping away.
Her sleek white fur had receded and her body was long and lithe, the shape of the humans who lay scattered about her.