An animal stalked the jungle and she ran, ran as fast as she could. But running was not her nature, and she turned to face it, fists balled, but no claws came out. Instead, those same claws were on the animal, the animal with her face...
Rose often had such nightmares, grappling with the animalistic nature she had inherited along with her other mutant gifts. She could control it, most of the time...
She pulled herself out of bed, quickly changing into her uniform to meet the others at their specialized Blackbird.
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