Orchid was doing as Apollo requested. She had been walking around for the last couple of hours. She didn't mind this. The smell of the rich oxygen environment reminded her of distant memories. Of wars and consuming weak prey.
Orchid felt nostalgic for her old body for a moment. She looked down at her hands. She had to admit, her current bony grippers with its intricate bone structure were incredibly efficient, especially in pleasing Apollo, but she did miss her scythes from time to time.
Using a sword to pierce a foe just didn't pump her instincts as much as her own appendage inflicting the wound. And then there was her mouth. Sure with her current form, her bite force had actually increased due to the raw strength granted by this body, but the wound was not nearly as deadly as her previous maw.
