09-28-2009, 06:47 PM
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Long overdue, but. >P Wc: 1000+
He seemed to finally fall out of his dream state, landing none to heavily onto reality. If Ghita had known of his dreams, perhaps she might have become a little apprehensive at approaching him now, but the joy of finally shifting had caught up with her, and her optics gleamed with the excitement. She was getting better all the time, limbs melting and shifting into the proper shape faster than they had before. However, if the need was pressing, it would be a while before the shift had fully been completed.
She noticed his smile, the one that lured her in and trapped her in a world that was only vaguely familiar. The emotions were similar, leftover remnants from her past affair with her old mate. However, the surroundings in which she traveled could not have varied more - she never knew what would strike her most. At this moment, it would have to be the almost goofy smile lining his lips that drew her in, and almost stopped her in her tracks, melting her down to her knees.
Ghita's question about how she looked was strictly to throw fuel onto the fire. Or so she kept telling herself. She would never admit to wanting confirmation from him, to know just how he felt about her, at least on a superficial level. Turquoise optics cloaked the nerves behind a questioning glance, one laden with mischief abound.
If Ghita had been any bit childish in her behavior, which she could be at times, she would've gasped in surprise and squealed in delight. But the Italian that slipped off of his tongue meant more to her than she could say, sending her weak in the knees. A gentle smiling playing at the ends of her lips, she felt her innards quivering with anticipation for something she could not voice. Words of excitement barely contained themselves inside her cranium, teeth almost ground to a powder to keep them behind the safety of the words unsaid.
He had learnt Italian for her. Or a little vocabulary, at the very least. It meant more to her than she could voice, and she had to smile, a different one than her slightly crazed grin before. This one held an air of flattery to it, and her eyes softened with emotion. Backed into a corner of emotions she did not want to show, she lowered her haunches onto the mattress, feeling the furs mesh with her own silver-tipped hairs.
Movement caused an unnatural swell of emotion in her, one that sent her heart throbbing and head spinning. Silently she watched him move, admiring the ripple and flow of muscles underneath his skin. Appreciative eyes drank in his appearance, watching him with wonder and a feeling that she was intruding simply by being there. Suddenly she felt awkward in her current form; bulky, weighty, compared to the graceful creature opposite her. Without speaking a word, she closed her eyes, focusing on the humanized form inside her mind.
At first, no obvious change was made. But it quickly became apparent as her torso lengthened that vital organs had traded places, replicating the system she would need to survive in this form. In what should have been a painful fashion, bones cracked and rearranged themselves at a snail's pace, hind legs narrowing and stretching as they traveled down her stomach. Exposing a silver-tipped dusty body, forelegs gained newly shaped shoulders, shaping as they moved across her back. Her spine cracked and grew like an albino snake cloaked beneath the cover of fur as her back bent, giving all observers a plain view at the change in her back. Her cranium settled into it's new position, changing as was required by it to perform.
Fingers were the last to develop, toes crackling like popcorn as they went, one by one, gaining knuckles and movement as they went. Final touches arranged themselves accordingly, the last shavings scraped off of the sculpture that was sheer Ghita. But not Ghita as anyone had seen before - not even the fae herself. Her eyes had closed during the transformation in order to keep the morphing on track, but suddenly the feeling crept in, and she knew that she was done. Cautiously, tentatively, she regarded her new body, realizing that it wasn't all that much smaller than Jazper's, but certainly moulded from the same.
The mane she had been gloating about moments before now became hair, silky and straight as it tumbled down her back. Ivory fingers reached out to reassure herself that the piercings had not been lost in the shift, and sure enough, they had remained. She couldn't resist flashing her ivories, missing the compliment the ebony masculine had delivered during her shift. All she could register was the new smell in the room.
Perhaps she was high from the change she had just undergone. Or maybe she had decided to throw caution to the wind when she made the mental decision regarding the drink. All she knew was that perhaps, she wouldn't mind it too much if the night wouldn't end here. The Italian fae was still unsure of just what she felt with Jazper, but it seemed that there was enough evidence to take that he felt just as confused as she did, perhaps he could be even more so.
Mischief taking the wheel where nerves couldn't, she rose to her hind paws, moving gracefully as if she had been born in this form. Dancing across the floor, she left the bed and approached the male, fingers clasping around the bottle he held. Slowly leading the bottle away from his mouth, she lowered her own lips and left a faint touch on them of her own, lingering for perhaps a moment longer than she should have. Devilishly using his distraction as a way to seize the alcohol, she tried wrestling the bottle out of his hands, springing towards the middle of the room, waving the bottle as she drank, just daring Jazper to claim it again.
Long overdue, but. >P Wc: 1000+
He seemed to finally fall out of his dream state, landing none to heavily onto reality. If Ghita had known of his dreams, perhaps she might have become a little apprehensive at approaching him now, but the joy of finally shifting had caught up with her, and her optics gleamed with the excitement. She was getting better all the time, limbs melting and shifting into the proper shape faster than they had before. However, if the need was pressing, it would be a while before the shift had fully been completed.
She noticed his smile, the one that lured her in and trapped her in a world that was only vaguely familiar. The emotions were similar, leftover remnants from her past affair with her old mate. However, the surroundings in which she traveled could not have varied more - she never knew what would strike her most. At this moment, it would have to be the almost goofy smile lining his lips that drew her in, and almost stopped her in her tracks, melting her down to her knees.
Ghita's question about how she looked was strictly to throw fuel onto the fire. Or so she kept telling herself. She would never admit to wanting confirmation from him, to know just how he felt about her, at least on a superficial level. Turquoise optics cloaked the nerves behind a questioning glance, one laden with mischief abound.
If Ghita had been any bit childish in her behavior, which she could be at times, she would've gasped in surprise and squealed in delight. But the Italian that slipped off of his tongue meant more to her than she could say, sending her weak in the knees. A gentle smiling playing at the ends of her lips, she felt her innards quivering with anticipation for something she could not voice. Words of excitement barely contained themselves inside her cranium, teeth almost ground to a powder to keep them behind the safety of the words unsaid.
He had learnt Italian for her. Or a little vocabulary, at the very least. It meant more to her than she could voice, and she had to smile, a different one than her slightly crazed grin before. This one held an air of flattery to it, and her eyes softened with emotion. Backed into a corner of emotions she did not want to show, she lowered her haunches onto the mattress, feeling the furs mesh with her own silver-tipped hairs.
Movement caused an unnatural swell of emotion in her, one that sent her heart throbbing and head spinning. Silently she watched him move, admiring the ripple and flow of muscles underneath his skin. Appreciative eyes drank in his appearance, watching him with wonder and a feeling that she was intruding simply by being there. Suddenly she felt awkward in her current form; bulky, weighty, compared to the graceful creature opposite her. Without speaking a word, she closed her eyes, focusing on the humanized form inside her mind.
At first, no obvious change was made. But it quickly became apparent as her torso lengthened that vital organs had traded places, replicating the system she would need to survive in this form. In what should have been a painful fashion, bones cracked and rearranged themselves at a snail's pace, hind legs narrowing and stretching as they traveled down her stomach. Exposing a silver-tipped dusty body, forelegs gained newly shaped shoulders, shaping as they moved across her back. Her spine cracked and grew like an albino snake cloaked beneath the cover of fur as her back bent, giving all observers a plain view at the change in her back. Her cranium settled into it's new position, changing as was required by it to perform.
Fingers were the last to develop, toes crackling like popcorn as they went, one by one, gaining knuckles and movement as they went. Final touches arranged themselves accordingly, the last shavings scraped off of the sculpture that was sheer Ghita. But not Ghita as anyone had seen before - not even the fae herself. Her eyes had closed during the transformation in order to keep the morphing on track, but suddenly the feeling crept in, and she knew that she was done. Cautiously, tentatively, she regarded her new body, realizing that it wasn't all that much smaller than Jazper's, but certainly moulded from the same.
The mane she had been gloating about moments before now became hair, silky and straight as it tumbled down her back. Ivory fingers reached out to reassure herself that the piercings had not been lost in the shift, and sure enough, they had remained. She couldn't resist flashing her ivories, missing the compliment the ebony masculine had delivered during her shift. All she could register was the new smell in the room.
Perhaps she was high from the change she had just undergone. Or maybe she had decided to throw caution to the wind when she made the mental decision regarding the drink. All she knew was that perhaps, she wouldn't mind it too much if the night wouldn't end here. The Italian fae was still unsure of just what she felt with Jazper, but it seemed that there was enough evidence to take that he felt just as confused as she did, perhaps he could be even more so.
Mischief taking the wheel where nerves couldn't, she rose to her hind paws, moving gracefully as if she had been born in this form. Dancing across the floor, she left the bed and approached the male, fingers clasping around the bottle he held. Slowly leading the bottle away from his mouth, she lowered her own lips and left a faint touch on them of her own, lingering for perhaps a moment longer than she should have. Devilishly using his distraction as a way to seize the alcohol, she tried wrestling the bottle out of his hands, springing towards the middle of the room, waving the bottle as she drank, just daring Jazper to claim it again.