The Amendment

Clarissa throws herself at me, her body transforming to Triger mid-air. Normal female tigers weigh around two hundred and forty pounds, but when her body flattens mine, I'd put her at three hundred and twenty pounds.

Her huge jaws try to snap at my neck for the kill, but I hold her neck with my talons. She realizes the tactic doesn't work, and slashes at me, her huge claws running from the side of my left rib cage to my mid-thigh. I let out a feral screech before whipping my talons down her belly, tearing through her thick fur. Her dark blood sprays over my pants and face before she yowls, getting off of me. I push myself to my feet using my wings, just to be smashed against the wall by Clarissa's huge paws. She swipes at my head but I duck and send a wild punch into her nose, forcing her away.

She backs off, but keeps her eyes on me while she growls, "You are strong for a female Slytherin, but weak if you compare yourself to Dargon."

"Males have testosterone though, and my system doesn't run as much as his." I point out, "So it makes sense."

"You know that's not where I'm going with this." She smirks through the face of her Triger, "He's a sexy boy."

"First off, you have no right to talk about him that way. Second, he's not a boy." I snarl as my blood pressure rises and I feel my heart beat faster.

"Correct, he's not a boy. He's a man." Clarissa says, "My man."

"Wrong again. He's not a man. He's my Slytherin." I spit furiously before throwing myself at her, my claws spearing her straight through the shoulders. She lets out a nasty hiss before we tumble to the ground. We roll around as we rake each other with our claws, and we separate once more, after I have torn fur off of her face and pulled out multiple whiskers. Her fur is matted in her blood and mine, but I look no better.

My shirt is no good from her claws, my blood soaking it. My forehead is leaking blood that runs into my left eye, and she managed to bite off one of my talons.

I stagger to my feet as she takes in garbled breaths, and she spits out a mouthful of blood before saying, "You are pathetic."

"Give up on the insults, moron." I shoot back before whispering, "I wish to be a black mamba."

As I transform to the smaller body, I know I'll be a harder target and have twice the dangerous quality if I bite her properly. She looks down at me with a hint of fear in her eyes but pounces as I dart out of the way. I slither under the couch amidst some mothballs and dust bunnies, and I think I'm safe when the couch is tossed aside. Clarissa looks down at me in fury before slamming her paw on my back, and I let out a hiss before whipping my bendy neck around. I bite down on her paw as I feel my venom drain into her, and she bounces back as I mumble the transformation.

I turn back to my Slytherin form as she shakes her paw back and forth. She suddenly quits and throws herself at me, barreling me over before I can fully regain feeling.

She doesn't waste time and clamps part of my shoulder and neck in between her canines as I let out a loud roar. I reach my hand up and slash my talons through her gums as she starts to drag me out of the living room, but she doesn't lessen her grip. I feel myself losing blood as she drags me out the front door and to the gravel driveway, tossing me against the trunk of a tree. I gasp as I taste blood filling my mouth, and I spit it at her as she gets into a threatening position.

"Why drag me out here?" I question as I look to her, the blue eyes surrounded by gray fur turning victorious.

"You should die under the blue sky, seeing what you'll miss as the life drains from your eyes." She growls as I swallow down the blood and press my hands to my wounds, gritting my teeth as stinging ensues.