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Zi'da 74th, 717
Qit'ria held her hand up before her eyes, staring lovingly at her totem. It was an extension of her, quite literally. But it was time to make it who she is. She closed her eyes, and felt the connection to her totem. It was there, always there, it seemed. She hoped so. It felt odd, or at least in her mind it did, to have a piece of her soul separate from the rest of it. But she felt out toward the connection, reached out toward with the same power she'd used to pour into the totem. She grabbed at it with that inner magic, with her soul as she called it.
And she pulled. It felt as if her piece of a soul was an anchor, and she had a hold of the rope. And she pulled at that power. Pulled it back into within herself. And she felt the animal come with it. She focused on that. It was hard to describe. As if... her piece of soul was the meat, and the animal, the rat she'd carved up into the totem, was the spices. It was added onto her soul, and fundamentally changed it, but it was still her soul. That was an interesting thing to learn.
And that flavoring, that identity of the mouse, she spread it throughout her body. And she felt that... wind, that mouse flavored wind, spread and fill her up. And then she began to feel her skin melt. And just as she had during her initiation with Marik, she focused on herself. She acknowledged the presence of the essence of mouse within her, and accepted it. It was just as much who she was, as the mighty huntress. And so, her skin held together, liquid holding a form.
Qit'ria let the mouse, her as the mouse run free. She put her mind toward smaller. Much smaller. She imagined it like compressing a snowball. She took that liquid form of herself, and began to collapse it down within herself. She compressed her form, and felt herself growing smaller. An intense pressure formed throughout her body as she shrunk, one that threatened to bounce back and expand, explosively. She kept the image of the small mouse forward in her mind.
She felt her bones unstitch themselves, breaking without being broken, and she gasped in surprise. This was a pain she couldn't even begin to imagine. As her bones unstitched, her heart was racing. And it felt as if with every pump of that organ, it grew smaller, denser, but it felt as if it wasn't circulating her blood any longer. Rather, it seemed as if it was pumping her blood out of her body, and yet wasn't bleeding. Her head throbbed as her skull shrank with her brain within. Moans, groans, gasps, and half sobs escaped her lips as she shrunk down further and further.
She fell to her hands and knees, or what was left of them. She felt her arms snap at the elbow, and the joints changed. She screamed as the power broke her skull, and stretched it, making it longer. Her organs moved around within her like fish in a too small pond. The pain was overwhelming. But she couldn't lose her focus. She grit through it, only for her teeth to shatter, becoming pointed, spreading out. She kept her self in mind, and held onto Qit'ria the huntress. She could not allow herself to be lost in this pain. To go mad, to come undone and spill out over the forest floor like a dropped wineskin.
Qit'ria embraced the pain, and focused on the change. She embraced her skin melting. She embraced the spikes that shot up out of her, becoming the fur. Her spine extended, and a tail began to form, growing out of the small of her back. Her fingers that were clutching the dirt, cracked and broke and elongated into feet. Her fingernails shot outward into claws. Her face ripped open to accommodate the change in skull shape, and whiskers thrust out. Her ears inflated, her torso expanded, and she finally realized how far she'd come. She was close.
She continued to shrink, and warp, and grow. The pain was lessening now as her bones mended, changing into the new ones she needed. The pressure alleviated as the excess mass disappeared. The feeling of melting soon changed to a cooling metal as her new skin was formed. And then the pain was gone. And she opened her eyes. Her mouse eyes. And all she saw was darkness.
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Kashehino Text
Zi'da 74th, 717
Qit'ria held her hand up before her eyes, staring lovingly at her totem. It was an extension of her, quite literally. But it was time to make it who she is. She closed her eyes, and felt the connection to her totem. It was there, always there, it seemed. She hoped so. It felt odd, or at least in her mind it did, to have a piece of her soul separate from the rest of it. But she felt out toward the connection, reached out toward with the same power she'd used to pour into the totem. She grabbed at it with that inner magic, with her soul as she called it.
And she pulled. It felt as if her piece of a soul was an anchor, and she had a hold of the rope. And she pulled at that power. Pulled it back into within herself. And she felt the animal come with it. She focused on that. It was hard to describe. As if... her piece of soul was the meat, and the animal, the rat she'd carved up into the totem, was the spices. It was added onto her soul, and fundamentally changed it, but it was still her soul. That was an interesting thing to learn.
And that flavoring, that identity of the mouse, she spread it throughout her body. And she felt that... wind, that mouse flavored wind, spread and fill her up. And then she began to feel her skin melt. And just as she had during her initiation with Marik, she focused on herself. She acknowledged the presence of the essence of mouse within her, and accepted it. It was just as much who she was, as the mighty huntress. And so, her skin held together, liquid holding a form.
Qit'ria let the mouse, her as the mouse run free. She put her mind toward smaller. Much smaller. She imagined it like compressing a snowball. She took that liquid form of herself, and began to collapse it down within herself. She compressed her form, and felt herself growing smaller. An intense pressure formed throughout her body as she shrunk, one that threatened to bounce back and expand, explosively. She kept the image of the small mouse forward in her mind.
She felt her bones unstitch themselves, breaking without being broken, and she gasped in surprise. This was a pain she couldn't even begin to imagine. As her bones unstitched, her heart was racing. And it felt as if with every pump of that organ, it grew smaller, denser, but it felt as if it wasn't circulating her blood any longer. Rather, it seemed as if it was pumping her blood out of her body, and yet wasn't bleeding. Her head throbbed as her skull shrank with her brain within. Moans, groans, gasps, and half sobs escaped her lips as she shrunk down further and further.
She fell to her hands and knees, or what was left of them. She felt her arms snap at the elbow, and the joints changed. She screamed as the power broke her skull, and stretched it, making it longer. Her organs moved around within her like fish in a too small pond. The pain was overwhelming. But she couldn't lose her focus. She grit through it, only for her teeth to shatter, becoming pointed, spreading out. She kept her self in mind, and held onto Qit'ria the huntress. She could not allow herself to be lost in this pain. To go mad, to come undone and spill out over the forest floor like a dropped wineskin.
Qit'ria embraced the pain, and focused on the change. She embraced her skin melting. She embraced the spikes that shot up out of her, becoming the fur. Her spine extended, and a tail began to form, growing out of the small of her back. Her fingers that were clutching the dirt, cracked and broke and elongated into feet. Her fingernails shot outward into claws. Her face ripped open to accommodate the change in skull shape, and whiskers thrust out. Her ears inflated, her torso expanded, and she finally realized how far she'd come. She was close.
She continued to shrink, and warp, and grow. The pain was lessening now as her bones mended, changing into the new ones she needed. The pressure alleviated as the excess mass disappeared. The feeling of melting soon changed to a cooling metal as her new skin was formed. And then the pain was gone. And she opened her eyes. Her mouse eyes. And all she saw was darkness.
