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"Tristan, where are you going?!" Alison yelled as her companion stormed off into the forest behind their neighborhood. "That old place we always played at! Y'know, the one with the rock!" Alison smiled slightly and followed after her.
They arrived at their old play area; Two rocks separated by roughly fifteen feet, with logs piled up at one end to act as a wall. Alison smiled as she remembered her childhood, thinking of all the days she spent out here, playing with Tristan. Tristan brought her back to the present by giggling and picking up a stick that had the end of it smoothed. "Remember these things Al-Al? We always played that wizard game with them." Alison nodded, giggling. Tristan pointed the pretend wand at her and said in a childish voice, "Fireball!"
The air outside the tip of the wand reverberated, and then a ball of flames materialized, and flew straight for Alison.
"I most certainly do my friend." The Doctor replied in a witty tone. Aileus had been glaring at him the whole time. Mibsark and Natyx had been tolerant of him. The other mine just watched silently. "You'll need to go to these females at the beginning of their little tussle. Wait t'ill the other shifts forms. Once done, automatically start explaining to them and get them into the training we've told you to do. Once complete, we will send you to the other two." "Yes-yes, of course."
The ball hit Alison, leaving her skin hurt but unscathed. "You......Bitch!" She'd leap at her, and in mid air, something happened.
For Tristan it looked like a fast transformation into a russet and white blur. For Alison it was slow and agonizing. Teeth fell out and were replaced by fangs. Her nails were dug out by claws which grew under them, the same as her feet. Something bore out of the area above her hindquarters and grew in length. Her ears moved to the top of her head, enlarging. Her face changed in shape, fur sprouting up everywhere. When she touched the ground, she was as a whole, an anthropomorphic russet cat. Her chest heaved and she cough up a mixture of blood and phlegm, spitting it away. "W-what.....Happened...What am I?!" "I'll explain that my dears." They both clutched their heads as voices shared with them knowledge.
Even though Krystal had been with him for three days, Samuel was still uncomfortable around her. She had slept in his bed, while he slept on the floor, curled up in a blanket. He spent near an hour listening to her breathing each night before falling asleep, mesmerized by it's lucid feelings it provided him. During the second morning their, there was a stack of outlandish and human clothes. Krystal had examined them and found they fit her perfectly. Samuel shrugged, having nothing to do with it. On the second day, when he resumed his thu'um training, he explained to Krystal about the thu'um. She spent the rest of the afternoon watching him shout. At the moment, Krystal was in a black shirt and white pants resembling sweat pants, her tail sticking out of a hole in the back. She was watching a show about the Roman Empire while Samuel was studying a book written with words of power, the texts provided by Natyx.
Samuel looked up at Krystal and stared at her for a moment while she looked away, and turned back to his book when she looked at him. She giggled, and he looked up at her. "Think I'm beautiful do you?" She'd bat her eyelashes for a moment, and he'd look away. "How did you know that.." She giggled again, "I forgot to say, but I'm a telepath. I can hear a person's thoughts. Speaking of which, I'm flattered you like my breathing." He'd blush, and go back to reading. Minutes later she'd walk up to him and put a hand on his cheek, suprising him. She'd turn his head to look up at her. "I'm sorry about that...'Girlfriend', as you called it. She didn't deserve you." She'd smile as did he, and they'd hug each other tightly. Samuel would continue reading, and Krystal heard his thought. Be wonderful to cuddle with someone...Shit, I just thought that.. She'd laugh, and whisper, "Maybe soon.."
