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Heiro Catori · 07-20-2012, 11:34 AM

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wc :: 650 :: He’s in Shiloh Hills closest to the boundary of CdM that meets the Ethereal Eclipse. This is the first time he’s shifting. Multiples welcome. Bold italicized speech is Ro and it is all in Heiro’s head.

Ay’m not feelin too gud Ro, the black and white hybrid whimpered as he grudgingly followed behind the soot colored wolf pup. “Don’t be such a wuss, you’re just making yourself sick cause we left the safety of your precious kingdom,” the scarlet eyed babe snarled over his shoulder. “Hurry up Hei or I’ll bite you!” He threatened, and Ro’s bites were painful...something Heiro liked to avoid at all costs. But Hei wasn’t lying or making up his sickness, all morning he’d felt a little off, maybe even a bit feverish. His body ached, his tongue felt swollen, and his skin felt itchy and hot. Not kiddin Ro...ay’m gonna get sick, the little Prince whined, as he stopped his four large paws and shakily stood his ground. The shadow pup rounded on him with a growl. “What the hell is wrong with you today Heiro?” He angrily questioned the husky child that looked like he was about to puke. “Oh geez, fine we can stop for a bit...I didn’t realize I had a no good whelp in tow.” Ro was fuming now, as he knocked Heiro back, sending the pup sprawling to the ground. And that was all it took.

Hot partially digested matter exploded from Heiro’s alabaster muzzle with a strangled cough. The puppy cried in between each wretch, feeling as if his stomach was trying to climb out of his esophagus. Ro...please...get...halp.. he managed to weeze out, suddenly fearing for his life. Ro was right, what the hell was wrong with him today? The dark puppy viciously laughed beside him, using a paw to smack the back of Heiro’s trembling body. “You don’t need it my buddy ol’ boy, take it like a man. I’d say you’re getting ready to shift young buck,” his sinister laughing didn’t subside as Hei launched into another episode of projectile vomiting, brought on by the not too gentle thwap of his paw.

Heiro was terrified. He’d been wanting to shift for the longest time, but now that Ro had led him out of Cour des Miracles, he was all by himself. Ro was no help. The wolf pup seemed ecstatic that this was happening and all Heiro wanted was his mother and father. They’d know what to do. They could stop him from throwing up, maybe even coach him for what was to come, but now between the puking and the tears, Heiro realized his body was burning up. Halp! He managed to scream once he could suck in enough air. “Nobody’s gonna find us out here Hei, it’s just us and the wind,” the black pup was circling his pitiful body right now, crouched among the low underbrush of the coastal plains. Heiro was beginning to realize how much he hated Ro. He was never a good friend, and this just went to prove it.

When there wasn’t much left in his stomach, Heiro collapsed in a tired heap on the ground. His throat felt raw and his ribs felt like they’d been kicked in but what he desperately needed was water. Ay’m so hot...was hapnin? He implored to Ro as his head began to swim. “Shifting you idiot...now you won’t like the next part, but just let go,” Ro whispered in his ear and for a moment Heiro wanted to tear out those laughing scarlet eyes but suddenly his body was ensnared by a searing pain. “Don’t be stupid Hei, stop fighting it!” The entity commanded him, but Hei couldn’t hear him over his own screams before his body began to seize.

Thorn Russo · 07-22-2012, 01:44 AM

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Word Count :: 474 Oh hai! Poor little Heiro!

The Russian pirate had stuck by the water for a few days and then decided to venture inland. He usually avoided forested areas and general 'nature' spots unless he was hunting but somewhere in his gut he thought getting out and about was a good idea. Thorn wasn't about to go knocking on pack borders looking for a home, not yet, but what was the worst that could happen if he just wandered around, maybe scared a rabbit or two and enjoyed the nice weather? He had walked for a while each day, filling the small pockets on his kilt whenever he found an interesting bauble or shiny token and generally ignored the scents of the other creatures that had called this place home whenever possible. The black and white shifter had no qualms with any of the residents around here but today he was looking for a quiet and uneventful day to relax and maybe partake of the mind-altering substances he had restocked back in the ruined human settlements. He was not out to find a pup, screaming and vomiting with nary an adult in sight. A wolf just doesn't go out to find those things… yet here he was.

He had heard the youngsters cries long before he saw them but when he did the grandfather in him quickened his steps and perked his ears, black-tipped lobes swivelling to help figure out where it was coming from. When the sound of vomiting stopped Thorn didn't know whether to go the other way or to continue towards the ill creature. There was little choice, really. The right thing to do was to find the wolf (or creature) and help where he could and then get help if he needed to. Tipping his head he slowed as the pup came into full view and his concern doubled given the youngsters apparent age. He wasn't a doctor but given the pup probably wasn't inebriated (kids nowadays, he thought with a grimace) it was possible this was a first shift that just wasn't going all that well. He had children and grandchildren who had all experienced this, he hoped he could offer a little support. Checking the back of his belt for his water skin and finding it about a third full he hoped that would be enough.

Slowly approaching and hoping he didn't scare the pup to death he spoke calmly and gently, the very slightest Russian lilt apparent in his voice but predominantly English. "Are you alright? Stay calm, name's Thorn Russo." He crouched down, hoping to reach him through his obvious panic. "Breathe pup, breathing helps if you're shifting. I got water and I've seen pups go through this same thing, it gets easier." Thorn could only talk at him and hope that something was getting through. So much for a quiet day.

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Heiro Catori · 07-26-2012, 01:07 PM

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wc :: 626 :: Yay it’s a Xani! Sorry for the wait. Lots of family drama. Sad

Also feel free to PP, I'm not picky at all.

Spasms of aching pain coursed through Heiro’s little veins. The whites of his eyes showed as the irises rolled back in his head and his stiff body jerked about on the ground. The prince was vaguely aware that the shadow pup was nearby offering only snide remarks and laughing at Heiro’s expense. How could one simply “let go” when the pain was so extraordinary? But was the aching pull and tremendous heat really painful? Heiro tried to pull himself together, but it was as if he had no control over his body as he flopped about like a fish out of water. Was happenin’? He tried again, but the words came out all garbled and frothy. “STOP FIGHTING!” Ro snarled once more and immediately a change came over Hei. His deep blue sapphire eyes burned in their sockets, no longer rolling backward, and the uncontrollable twitching ceased.

Heiro lay panting, his skin still on fire and incredibly itchy, just inches away from the small puddles of puke, but his sensitive ears had picked up a sound not belonging to his horrible friend Ro. Sumin’s comin’, he rasped out in a whisper and that was all it took for Ro to disappear and once again leave his “friend” high and dry. The scent of a new creature entered his nares. Hei would’ve lingered on that thought longer, he’d never paid attention to his sense of smell, but soon enough, an accented voice was hailing him. Never truly afraid of strangers, Heiro held no apprehension, just the initial fear of what the hell was going on with his body. The hybrid was actually quite happy an adult had come along at last. His little curled tail began to wag pathetically behind him as he desperately listened and obeyed the stranger’s words.

Torn? he said in a little whimper, Hei had never been good when t’s were followed by h’s. Ay’m shiften? His voice was a little stronger now as he took great big breaths as he had been instructed. It was pure gullibility to believe Ro, but a whole different story when an adult told him things. Adults never told lies, or so he thought as he built such remarkable trust in them. The black and white child began to focus on his heartbeat, the one steady constant in his changing body. The rhythm slowed to a pace far less urgent now that an adult was with him and the prince was finally able to do what Ro had been screaming at him all along. He closed his now ice blue eyes and finally let go. A series of sickening cracks and pops rippled throughout his body as his legs, arms, snout, and torso extended. The thick scruff of his neck was replaced with a lustrous mane of jet black hair. Baby curls really, it seemed he hadn’t inherited the mohawked crown of his father, but rather a wavy version of his mother’s long locks.

Heiro kept his eyes shut tight, afraid if he opened them he’d get stuck. They remained closed until the grinding and cracking stopped. The full change took about fifteen to twenty minutes, but to Hei, it felt like eternity. Tentatively, his dark lids fluttered open and still laying on his side, he moved a paw...no a hand up to his eyes to examine. Lookit! He squealed, expanding his hand so the digits would move apart. Won, tu, tree, fore, fye! 5 where there was originally 4, he couldn’t believe it! His icy eyes searched Thorn’s face. Surely this man could explain where the 5th appendage had come from.

Thorn Russo · 07-28-2012, 02:36 AM

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Word Count :: 363 So cute.

Thorn had witnessed both of his children and his younger siblings experience their first shift. It had been a wonderful occasion and with his own children it meant a feast after it happened. Mii, his daughter had done very well and had no problems with her shift, but Chatory'a, his son had been very frightened and gone through the experience much like the pup was right now. It was easy for them to get scared and this only slowed the process. Like ripping off a band-aid, Thorn might say if he had ever experienced a band-aid. The white Russian knelt down next to the pup, resting a paw on his head and gave a silent nod. His own tail wagged slowly and he made a quiet, reassuring noise in Russian. "It'll be okay." Thorn assured the youngster, wondering where his parents were when this time in his life was coming. Didn't parents here watch their young likes frightening hawks as they approached their sixth month? The Russo knew he had with his own two. A Luperci should not be afraid to shift and a bad experience could cause just that.

The pup finished shifting and Thorn smiled and gave a little clap. The black and white pup with his baby curls was rather cute to see and the loner was glad he was able to calm him down enough to make the transition. The baby speech reminded him of when he was learning english as a youngster, a language that had seemed so very hard to learn. The language rules did not make sense and once he had learned it, he then had to understand slang and colloquialisms. Sitting down properly and adjusting his kilt over his lap he offered the small skin of water to the pup, holding up his other hand and counting his own fingers - numbering five - in his mother tongue. "A'deen, dva, tri, chetyre, pyat. Like me. When you shift you get extra finger, makes doing things a lot easier like cooking, drawing and stitching things." He patted the younger on the head before looking around again for his parents. "What's your name? Where's your mother, father?"

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Heiro Catori · 07-30-2012, 12:25 PM

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wc :: 4+ :: Teehee!

The company of an adult, though still a stranger, was comforting to the little prince. Going through his first change was traumatic, but the realization of hands and the presence of Thorn was quickly distracting his growing mind. He smiled up at the foreign male with a satisfied grin, clapping his own hands together in response as he sat up. His eyes widened with amusement and he continued the clapping motion until Thorn held out his own hand and began to count in an unrecognizable language. Heiro giggled with glee trying to mimic some of the words. Deen...Ty...pie... he mumbled, though his enthusiasm didn’t waver. Hei’s countin’, he said with a “u-huh” nod at the end. Torn speakies nudder sound? The child was asking about the other language, something he hadn’t heard before but the youth was aware of foreign languages from the little lesson his parents had given him and his sister.

He reached out his new hands to take the water skin from Thorn and tentatively lifted it to his lips. It was a little sloppy at first, some water creating small rivulets through his fur as he tipped it back, but once he got a hang of it, his throat made swallowing noises. He lowered the skin with a dramatic slurping sound and wiped the back of his gloved white hand across his dripping maw. Tanks, he said, offering the skin back to Thorn and his eyes closed with satisfied pride as the man patted his head. It was an affectionate gesture his father used on him often and one he had come to like. Now that his thirst was quenched, he was very much so in the mood for talking. Ay’m Heiro! He squealed as his eyes re-opened upon the man. Dats ‘nounced Hi-roh, he said with a little nod. Dats Heiro Ka-tor-ee mister Torn Rus...so, he said slowly as he tried remembering the male’s full name.

His attention turned to the whereabouts of his parents. Cowering slightly in his sitting form he replied, Ay’m from Core des Mirs, my Ma and Da are dere, he said pointing back at the way he had come. Ay’m not s’pose to go ‘splorin dis far, he whined looking more guilty with each confession. Gud ting you was here, he mused, hoping Thorn wouldn’t turn him into his parents.

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