Freya

Hobo Disguise
Next to the blind man was an old woman, who John could best describe as “cringy grandmother.” First off, and the most noticeable thing about her, was the rainbow feather boa she wore wrapped around her neck. It looked like it was pulled from the dumpster behind a Party City, and had clearly been through quite a lot considering it looked like it was held together with flex tape and prayers. Then John noticed the cats. Well, they might have been cats, but they could have also been hairless rats, or the embodiment of the aging of animals. The animals were thin, painfully so, and completely hairless. Their skin was a mixture of pink and grey, and covered in wrinkles, to the point that John couldn’t tell if the area on their faces were mouths, eyes, or just more wrinkles. Next thing that caught John’s eyes were the woman’s glasses. They were… certainly something. They were quite large, with pink pointed frames that were bedazzled with fake rhinestones. However, several of the stones had fallen out, and the left lens was cracked and busted.

True Form
Next to him, the woman underwent a similar transition. Her cheap tacky boa had all of the color drain away, quickly darkening to become black raven feathers rather than the cheap plastic rainbow feathers of Party City. In addition, the boa grew in size, and in a few moments it had turned into a large cloak that sat upon her back akin to a cape. Her cats quickly grew in size along with her, all while sprouting fur and transitioning to a completely different species. In a few moments, what once were the sickest looking pair of sphynx cats turned into giant polar bear sized lynxes, each one exuding an aura of predatory superiority. Finally, the clothes on the woman began to melt away, being replaced by metal plate armor depicting several images of skulls, powerful warriors, and beautiful women on winged horses. Her tacky pink glasses seemed to peel back, forming into a metal helmet with ornate gems around the crown and a pair of metal wings near the ears of the helmet. Her body quickly de-aged, going from a haggard old crone to that of the most gorgeous woman that John had ever seen.

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