Rae
You awaken very groggily to the sound of a wolf howling in the distance. It takes you a few seconds before you realize you have no idea where you are, and a few more after that before you notice the new body, with incomplete memories to go with it. After you manage to pull yourself from the hard ground, you look around to see you'd awoken in a large clearing of a dense forest. But the forest seems almost devoid of life, most of the trees seem dead, and a thin fog coats the area. blocking vision far out, but you can still make out the shape of some ruins in the distance.
A quick glance around the clearing shows some no signs of life anyway, with the very ground itself blackened an unusual color. Like the very dirt itself was dead. Some parts of the clearing shows pieces of armor, weapons, or even bones sticking from the ground. Showing signs of a past battle in the area. A tattered but long faded banner sits near the edge of the clearing in the direction of the ruins.
@UbeOne @ForgottonFuture @Omida @shinkiro @Ryven Razgriz @KamenRaidaOOO3
I can't help but
feel. Myself, the world around me, the sensation of being different, yet oh so right, so soft, so strong, and so full of life, in a place unknown to me, a dead place. Though I feel the presence of a few major signs of life near me, other beings, along with minuscule presence of micro-sized ones, the more scavenger-y organisms.
Ah, the bliss of finally being a girl, curves and everything, and that feeling of being so in tune with my now-cyan body, such that I feel even my own cells working with me, within me... actually, I realize that they
are me, minuscule mental presences working as one. It turns out that I have become what they call "Mitochondria Eve", with this body as being more of a living suit and home for myself. Except I have no interest in Ultimate Beings, nor trying to show the superiority of certain cellular powerhouses over the rest of life. Rather, I find myself to be more of an artist, appreciating and painting the world around me, a living canvas.
I idly put out my definitely feminine hand, and shiver in delight as I will it to transform, fur and claws gently sprouting as I please, bones softly crackling to make way for them. Then, I make the changes revert. Oh, it feels so good.
On a side note, this body feels like clothing all its own, not so different from the skin of an amphibian, or the fur of a wolf, or the scales of a snake. So in that case, I'm never naked at all.
As for this place... it feels like the ruins of a battlefield. I imagine that life will eventually find a way back to this area, but I can make it go faster...
Or we could make our way to the ruins over there as a temporary home, what with being in a place I do not know. It's scary, yet my new body feels oh so comforting.
Any bones where quickly drawn into the newly formed gaping maw of Rhy by a multitude of black tendrils, an instinctual and unearthly hunger briefly overwhelming her higher thought process, the crunching of bone eventually bringing her back to her senses as she looked about in confusion. "wh... what happend?" She asked in barly constrained panic, even as her body shifted unnervingly.
I shrug in response, though also in startlement and wonder. Talk about a rather eldritch eater over there. She feels... weird, even to my newfound sense for life. She's like many things at once, merely putting on a mask of one thing for my sake. She also reminds me of a certain host of a blackened Holy Grail. "You ate bones," I answer, "Still hungry?"
I blink, before making a very scared noise, curling in on myself with my eyes glowing red, hoping for mama to come find me. Mama where are you...? I'm scared... and hungry... please... come find me...
And that... so this is what maternal instincts feel like... as an Eve, creating and nurturing life has become my thing, and with someone who feels very new, as in, very young, and lost, and vulnerable...
I can't help but come over to the reptilian youngling, who looks more scared than scary. They remind me of, hm... a much smaller, much younger, much slimmer Godzilla, like, a level one version of it. "Um... will you be okay?" I ask, "It doesn't look welcoming here. I'm not your mom, but maybe I could help?" It feels so good, a validation of myself, to verbally refer to myself in a feminine manner.
...Now I feel a bit foolish for trying to communicate like an adult in case he doesn't get the message. So I try to mentally convey my protective intentions via direct communication with his cells, his mitochondria, some of which are part of a living being's mind. Rather than speech, it'd be more of feelings, emotions, intentions, maybe mental imagery if that could work.
