Their hair flowed like silken manes, their new forms radiating a mix of grace and strength.
The soft glow that had surrounded them during the transformation began to fade, leaving behind eight strikingly beautiful, humanoid creatures, each one distinct in her own way but united in their shared transformation.
The girls stood in stunned silence, their hands exploring their new forms, running through the soft fur, tracing the contours of their strong limbs.
Their eyes, now gleaming with a newfound clarity, reflected a blend of awe, disbelief, and excitement.
Cornelia was the first to speak, her voice carrying a note of wonder. "I… I feel so different. So… alive." She looked at Lyerin, her eyes wide. "Is this what it feels like to be… one of them?"
Lyerin nodded, a proud smile playing on his lips. "Yes. You are now part of the Stonehooves Clan, just like Corora."
