Snippet #2691858

Akhira was beginning to feel like a... Something she had no word for. Maybe there was a were a word for what she was feeling, but she didn't know it. What was it? It was like looking in on something she could not be, but yet, able to fathom what it would mean to be part of it. An outsider? Not likely.

She growled at the way these strangers were talking so fast, she couldn't keep up with the language. Again, with the word-speak. She let out a small breath, and noticed that her skin had paled. I have chills now. I wonder how this Girl-Child will deal with me when I have a fever. She sneezed and a light blue mist appeared. Where it fell onto the blankets, frost appeared and it reminded her of how stranger it was for her to be on a bed.

Akhira let out a small rebellious snarl, to which was followed by her shoving the blankets off and rolling off the bed to all fours. Insects, all of them. The blankets fell off the bed with a plop. Everything around her became stars once again when she got to her feet. A strangeness came over her then. Something she has felt before many times. An unwanted feeling...

Something she would have never worried about until... Panicked, she let out a strangled snarl as she suddenly turned and began clawing at the black ribbon on her upper arm. OFF! GOT TO GET IT OFF!!! Feeling a pressure other then the fear and panic was building up within her. A frightening thing when she knew the feeling of such things. Being forced to change when she was sure the ribbon would keep her from shifting. Before, she had wanted to transform, but now, with a stronger magic binding her and the feeling of an unintentional change... She had been through it before, and it had hurt... And now...

An animal's need to survive was resounding deep within her chest, she let out a pain filled roar and fell to the floor. Her scales on her head were cracking from within and... NO. No... Her skin became harder, sharper, more like a glossy diamond then that of flesh and bones. Grabbing at the scales on her head, she curled into a fetal position and deep within her torn mind, wondered if she was imagining that the ribbon on her arm was burning hot.

She was in pain, stuck. Shivering. Hunger. Pain. All of it, shapeless emotions began to well up deep inside her chest, making her feel even more terrible. Right now, she looked more like an almost elvish thing, something human but not. She was stuck. Human chrysalis. She no thoughts, only sensations now.