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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 12:14:26 GMT -5
YEAH!! We're doing it! Draven gets turned into a girl. Rules:
1) Ashemir and Draven only, please. X3
2) Enjoy the random shit!
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It was dark and the forest seemed calm for the night. He didn't remember falling asleep but apparently he had. Draven was wandering, wearing nothing but his shirt and pants. He'd set up camp back a ways and had decided that a nice walk in the moonlight would be a great relief of stress. So, with his hands tucked into his pockets, he walked around the forest enjoying the cool of the night. His bronze eyes practically glowed in the shadows of the trees. Ahead, he was picking up brighter light, something glowing blue-white, but brighter than the moon's light. He stepped into the clearing and took in the image of the child-like being sitting on a rock and playing a little flute.
She was pretty, but definitely looked like she couldn't be much older than ten. She was pale with long, silver-white hair. She was wearing a short white dress that blended with her locks and her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sound of her upbeat melody. As Draven watched her, she slowly turned to face him and opened her eyes, which were the color of new spring leaves and fresh grass and everything living. The corners of her mouth turned up as she played her flute. Draven listened to the song and slowly began to feel tired. He didn't really understand why but a small smile found its way onto his sleepy face and he sat down.
The little girl got up, her bright radiance making him cringe away a little, but then it dulled and he looked back at her, his smile widening to a grin. Okay, pretty little girl playing pretty music and making me feel pretty... What? He shook his head, looking confused. The girl approached, slowly, playing even louder than before, until the song enveloped his mind and he had to lay back before he fell back. He blinked up, barely able to keep his eyes open. The girl looked at him and lowered her face close to his, then winked and disappeared and Draven fell asleep.
Draven sat bolt upright, looking around as if he were startled. What the hell? He looked around and stared. Where in hell was he? This wasn't camp. Slowly, he stretched and got up. And as he did, his pants fell off. Shock captured his senses as he looked down and, instead of seeing his feet and the reason why his pants had fallen off, he saw... breasts. What? He lifted a hand and poked one. Um, what the hell? As if he were afraid they were going to attack him, he stared down at them and pulled his pants up, holding them to his waist. It was at this point he noticed his usually short hair falling around his face and shoulders. Okay, what the fuck? He blinked and tugged a few strands, finding that they were, in fact, attached to his head. Panic was beginning to set in as he took himself in. Small, slender hands, long hair, shorter curvy body, breasts.... With a sudden startled 'eep', he threw his head back and screamed.
That sound was not his voice and he released his pants (which fell back off around his ankles) and slapped both hands over his mouth, staring wide eyed.
"What the hell?" he asked no one, but the voice that came out was that of a woman's, small and scared and very pretty.
He blinked and looked around, suddenly glad that he was alone. Thank GOD[/b] he was alone! He leaned down and yanked his pants up, then turned back in the direction he remembered coming from the night before, stumbling back toward his camp awkwardly, as his boots and clothing no longer fit properly.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 31, 2010 12:32:42 GMT -5
What in the world was that scream for?? And who went to the mountains for the purpose of making noise? Maybe some sorry bitch that ran into a bear, or a fellow hungry vampire. Teenagers were incredibly stupid, after all.
Nevermind the fact that he was still TECHNICALLY one...
Ashemir wouldn't usually take it upon himself to investigate scenes of potential carnage, but the sadist inside him begged to know the aftermath of the scream's reason. Maybe there might be some left over. The blonde strode through the wilderness, quietly aside from the light jangle of chains, pulling his cloak more against him. Something didn't feel right in the general area... as though there had been some influx of energy here.
Not too farther, it looked like someone had set up camp. The firestones contained only dying embers, but it didn't look like the owner was around. Did they not understand the meaning of breaking camp? Then he heard someone who seemed to be doing everything in their power NOT to be quiet, and Ashemir quickly ducked behind a tree on the outskirts of the campsite, peering out to see who was approaching.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 12:45:32 GMT -5
By the time Draven made it back to camp, he (or she...) was carrying his boots and pants and tugging at the edge of his shirt as if trying to lengthen it beyond his thighs. How fucking awkward... He didn't care how much noise he was making. He felt vulnerable and completely stupid at the moment. Damn that little girl! She must have been a fucking fairy. Tricky little monsters... He chucked his things down by his satchel and knelt down, opening it to see if he had any smaller shirts. There was no way in hell he was going to wear this tent. Obviously, he was shorter and slimmer than before and so now his clothing didn't fit at all. He tugged out another shirt and held it up, the dark fabric looking a little tighter than the one he wore. You're stuck as a girl, think that way. The thought made him sigh.
She stood up again and looked around, throwing a tumble of dark, dark brown hair around her back and shoulders. More elegant bronze eyes watched for any movement, ears alert for any sounds. And when she felt certain she was alone, she plucked the baggy shirt from her body and dropped it on the trousers and boots she'd carried back to camp. Feeling completely embarrassed, she looked down at herself, taking in what she looked like now. God why...? She yanked the shirt over her head. Well, it was a little better, but it was also shorter. She eyed the pants before picking them up and removing the belt. She pulled them on and looped the belt back through, trying to hook it so it would keep the pants up around her waist. That failed... The belt had extra inches now, where it would have fit him perfectly. Damn it all. With an irritated (and feminine) growl, she tied the leather belt at her front and turned toward the dead fire. Great. Everything was turning to hell.
"Stupid fire," she grumbled.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 31, 2010 13:41:03 GMT -5
Ashemir watched as a young woman wearing clothes three sizes too large for her floundered onto the scene. It seemed to be a vampire, but the scent was also familiar in a very odd way. The blonde was sure that he was just imagining it.
He wondered when would be a good time to reveal himself, since she seemed to be digging through her pack for better clothes. They were all too big, what the hell? Was she insane? No, your body is not that big, you shouldn't be running around in those, obviously they're going to fall off, why do you seem so surprised? Good thing the blonde was wearing the perfume of damp wilderness, so he blended right in where smell was concerned, and as long as he didn't move, he would be hard to spot as she looked around.
OH. OH MY.
His brows shot up when she went about replacing her shirt, and suddenly sneaking around now seemed too inappropriate. Should he show himself? Should he not? If he did, he might have to admit that he was standing there the whole time. But how was he supposed to know that she was going to change right then and there! And it wasn't as though he could sneak effectively with the chains arching below his wrists.
What to do??
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 13:50:44 GMT -5
Draven looked around again. Okay, so fire. She needed to go find some new firewood. Grumbling, she leaned down to roll up the legs of her trousers, then started walking. Forget the damn boots; they were about three sizes too big now. She was too frustrated to notice the scent of another vampire as she passed close to Ashemir. Or in denial, because getting caught like this would really, really, REALLY piss her off. She didn't even see Ashemir or hear anything as she thought, bending down to pick up twigs and short branches and anything else that would burn. When her arms were full, she turned around. And that's when she noticed Ashemir. She jumped, dropping everything she was carrying and screaming like before, again slapping her hands over her mouth. Wide eyed, she slowly lowered her tense shoulder and her gaze narrowed to a glare. She lowered her hands from her mouth, balling them into fists at her sides.
"SON OF A BITCH, ASHEMIR!" she screeched. "DON'T SCARE ME L--!"
It wasn't until she realized who she was talking to that she cut her words off and covered her mouth again, wide eyed. OH SHIT, ASHEMIR! God, how could she explain this?!
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 31, 2010 18:06:36 GMT -5
The girl had passed by to gather more firewood, and Ashemir was stuck watching wide-eyed and just hoping that she wouldn't turn to notice him.
She turned to notice him....
Ashemir jumped and covered his ears when she screamed. Oh God, he was so screwed. He hadn't meant to be a lecher, he swore! He lifted his hands away and held them defensively in front of him instead, pressing his lips into a nervous line as she glared at him. Then she said his name, and he quirked a brow. She herself seemed to be shocked for saying the name as well.
"...Do I know you?" he asked, sounding more confused than anything.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 18:45:01 GMT -5
Draven gave a nervous laugh, lowering her hands to her sides as she did. Okay... Awkward. Soooo awkward. How long had Ashemir been standing there? Shit... She lifted a hand to the back of her head and scratched, that nervous act she always did as a he. With a hard swallow, she laughed again, more quiet than before.
"Um..." She tried to find anything that she could say that would make any sense. "Well, yeah, you do know me... Sort of. Ran into a bit of trouble. Changed a bit. But you know me..."
She closed her bright eyes and lowered her head, feeling the embarrassment at the moment. Then, head still bowed, she looked up at Ashemir and clasped her hands behind her back.
"It's me, Draven..."
Again, her eyes lowered to the ground and she heaved a sigh, lifting a hand to rub the back of her neck, hair falling over her shoulder in a dark brown wave. She was half tempted to get a dagger and cut it right then and there. It was in the way. Shit...
"I'm pretty sure I ran into a fairy," she continued, finally bending down and picking up the firewood she'd collected previously. "And this--" She motioned at herself. "--Is what happened."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 31, 2010 22:38:42 GMT -5
Ashemir just stared. And stared. And stared.
Draven?
With honest to God breasts.
And hair.
And hips.
Right, right... fairy. Too bad Ashemir hadn't been around. It seemed like someone in his family had to have fooled around with a fairy some generations back, if that. He had to have some sort of affinity with the creatures. "I... see." Oh, that was a stupid thing to say. He had seen, alright.... Then suddenly the corners of his lips turned upward in a smile, which widened slyly. "You know, this brings to mind all the times you called me a girl," he chuckled with rewarded vengeance.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 22:48:42 GMT -5
Draven frowned and looked at Ashemir with an armful of twigs and firewood. She brushed her hair over her shoulder again (thinking about cutting it, seriously) and threw the blonde a glare.
"Don't. Even. Go. There."
She didn't find this any sort of laughing matter. And there was Ashemir, pissing her off by bringing up shit done in the past as a guy. Why had she picked on him so much? Karma had come back one hundred fold and kicked her in the ass, it seemed. She gathered up the rest of her kindling and brushed passed Ashemir with an irritated huff. Stupid. So damn stupid. This was horrible. Of course Ashemir would be the one to run across her. She dropped her load of firewood by the embers and started piling pieces around them, preparing to start another fire. Again, her hair fell over her shoulder and she dropped back, tugging on it viciously. Her head whipped around and she glared at Ashemir again, holding out a fistful of dark brown strands.
"How in HELL do you deal with this?" she snapped, looking infuriated.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 31, 2010 23:31:15 GMT -5
His chuckles subsided, but his smile remained as she glared at him. It was just too good not to say. He also just wasn't sure if he could be sympathetic. Empathetic, definitely, but his pity wasn't won. "What's wrong with being female?" he asked more seriously as he followed Draven back to his... her campsite. Then the vampire seemed to be having trouble with her hair, and Ashemir raised a brow. "You can tie it back if it's THAT annoying. Or you just learn to ignore it."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Dec 31, 2010 23:49:03 GMT -5
"Tie it back with what, my good looks?" Draven snapped, turning away from Ashemir and throwing sticks at the place she was going to make the fire.
As soon as she said it, she regretted it, though she didn't say anything or look back at Ashemir in warning. With a flip of her wrist, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and grumbled quietly. What a wonderful fucking day... Maybe there was something she could tie her hair back with. Or, as previously thought, she could cut it. That was an idea. She sat there considering it, finally glancing back at Ashemir again so she could answer his question.
"I like being male because my clothes fit," she retorted, making a frustrated face. "And because I don't have to deal with this chest--" She pointed at the offending part of her body. "--And because I just prefer being a man, not a little, scrawny, pretty... WHATEVER woman."
Talking about this was pissing her off even more. Shoulders hunched, she turned back around and glared at the embers as they began to pick up and catch the kindling beneath the longs and sticks.
"I hate this," she muttered, crossing her arms, awkwardly, over, around... under her chest, getting more irritated by the minute. "And you had to be the one to find me... Lucky I can't die 'cause I'm pretty sure if I were living, I would have died from embarrassment..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 1, 2011 0:27:18 GMT -5
Ashemir rolled his eyes at first from Draven's first comment. Get clips, or hair ties. Whatever. He looked on as Draven ranted with half-lidded eyes. He could understand the clothes... and the chest, he supposed. It might be one of those things you just had to have to understand. But at the last, Ashemir seemed to sink in his stand. He glanced down at the ground, containing himself and all the memories of his mortal life. Male, little, scrawny, pretty.... The blonde glanced back at Draven. "...Imagine being both," he said quietly, "then come talk to me," the last was said more angrily, before he turned away and started walking with the jingle of chains.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 1, 2011 0:34:40 GMT -5
"Oh now, what the hell!?"
Draven was on her feet and following after Ashemir in an instant. She grabbed his arm and, without even trying to hold back her vampiric strength, she tugged and turned him to face her. Oh, this was great. She was another head shorter than him now. She actually had to look up to be able to see his face.
"Don't you dare take what I'm saying to heart, you blonde idiot," she hissed, pulling on his arm as if to pull his face closer so she could get right up in it. "Excuse me for being embarrassed that you happened to come across me after the worst possible thing happens! I let you rant to me when you were upset so why can't you do the same for me!?"
She pursed her lips together tightly, looking between his eyes with her bright bronze ones, anger sparking in their color. It was a reasonable question; they'd both had something traumatic happen to them, and while one had gotten to rant, the other felt like she couldn't without insulting the first.
"Can't you just listen?" she finally asked, letting go of his arm and looking down. "Be a friend, you know? So I'm not alone in this whole, shitty situation..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 1, 2011 1:00:01 GMT -5
At some point, he was going to have to realize that walking away from people that were angry was a bad idea. Draven was still easily able to turn him around, and Ashemir just looked at her blankly as he ranted. "...The worst thing? Draven, do you honestly think for a moment that this is the worst thing that could possibly happen to you?" Sure, Ashemir had gotten to pour out his emotions, but he didn't exaggerate what happened to him, and if Draven thought he did, then he just felt more upset. He looked away, still feeling hurt and insulted, and not by stupid words like 'idiot'.
"But fine... talk," he said half-heartedly, feeling as though his soul had been gutted.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 1, 2011 1:07:06 GMT -5
Draven hated that look. She sighed as she watched Ashemir look away. Oh, that look could kill... Now she felt horrible. Ashemir had actually gone through something traumatic and all Draven had to deal with was living in a woman's body. She bit her lip and tried to make him look back. But when she couldn't think of anything else, she lifted a hand and turned his face back to look at her.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she said, and her voice sounded weary and sincere. "It's not the worst thing that could have happened to me. You've gone through worse. I'm just... Confused. I'm lost as to what to do. I don't know how to fix this, if it can be fixed. And I'm not trying to hurt you by talking stupid like I have been. So, please, don't look like that. It really bugs me. Go back to smartass Ashemir. He's more fun."
She gave him a small, sad smile, hoping he would at least return something of emotion back. A smile, a frown, crying, something...
"I don't need to talk anyways, I just need company," she added quietly. "If you don't mind giving me that."
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