Description
As a feline, she is sleek, with short, immaculate dark fur and perfectly round, large luminescent gold orbs. The conventional black cat really. As a human though, she's much more complex in appearance. Dark tan skin was the perfect envelope for what was a lightly muscled, feminine structure. Dark purple locks were ridiculously choppy. Elongated fingernails, which came to fine points were just one of the things that hinted at her true origin. There were also her pointed canines, and feline like facial structure
Personality
.She preferred the solitary lifestyle, though she did enjoy the company of a select few. She was easily annoyed, and often she usually pushed new company away. She could be described as lazy, as she was often found simply lounging, people watching, or simply reflecting. There was some life in the feline though, like the ever present impulse to chase small moving objects.
Equipment
The clothes on her back. Which were hard to keep track of, due to her frequent transformations. Not like one could expect their clothing to change shape and size. Consequently, she was often seen in a variety of different things when in human form.
History
Keimist had been able to shift into a human from the earliest stages of her life. When she was a kitten... yes, she was born a kitten, she transformed into a small, human child. Of course, this frightened her mother, a stray cat who'd had three litters before Keimist, and her two siblings. They ran off, and instead of searching for them, Keimist stumbled through the streets a confused, nude toddler on all fours. Humans began to treat her differently now. She was picked up by a couple, who of course suspected abuse and reported her. She was taken in by this same couple and cared for like thier own child, until two years later (She aged slower than other felines) when she spontaneously transformed back into a cat. Frightened again, she bolted from the home and family that once cared for her. Ever since then she got the hang of her ability, and learned to use it at her whim. She became a wanderer, taking in the world at her leisure, and discovering creatures far stranger than herself. Once even stumbling upon a slave trade, she ended up purchasing a huge malamute, on the brink of death, and caring for the 'stupid beast'. A friendship grew between the estranged pair, and it eventually broke her heart when the beast died. This was Keimist's most memorable friend.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.