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She nods and then looks around. There had to be a way to spell this out for him. Hmmm... after a moment she stands and walks towards the living room, as if looking for something in particular. No, no... aha! There was one good part about being a cat... jumping. After backing up several paces she does a running jump onto his table and looks around.

Pencil! Oh sweet mercy, a pencil! After carefully picking it up with her mouth she tilts her entire head to the side in order to write with it... which looks quite ridiculous, actually... and ends up with her writing a big scribble on his desk. crying This was mean.

As she steps on it she realizes something... lead smudge! She scribbles on the table and then rubs her paw in it furiously, then triumphantly moves to write on the table with smudged lead something that looks like "SIUCK." There wasn't enough lead smudge to cross her "t."

After joyously pressing her paw into the ink several times she used the entire desk (nosing everything off it to do so) to spell out "STUCK." Her "S" and "C" were especially large, but at least this would get across the idea she was not in this form willingly, nor was she able to get out of it willingly.

After she had done this she laid down and looked at him for some recognition, maybe even an answer. For one brief moment it occured to him he might want an explanation as to how this happened, and she was glad for a moment that she was a cat and unable to explain. It gave her time to come up with a more elusive answer.

"Mew?"

At first she was angry, but the question that followed quickly made her look more... sad. Her ears lowered and she laid back down, head on her paws. If there were an easy way out of this that she knew of, surely she would have done it, no? Besides, weren't kitsune supposed to be tricksters? This was a trick! He should know about this.

I have to say, I almost agree with him... although you're much more ineffective. -_- Evil, evil man. If there was a way to give him the finger, she most certainly would.

At first she simply flailed around, clawing wildly at the air, and hissing with what little breath she could actually exhale considering her wind pipe was closed. Her mind raced. He was going to kill her. Kill her! She had come for help and he was going to... LIKE HELL!

Now, the incubus had been ready to reverse his spell for a price, but he hadn't prepared for the fact that this half-demon was going to try to strangle his charge... well, more like his little killing servant than a "charge."

It all happened so fast it was hard to tell what happened first... but two things happened. First she swelled with such a dark, rich magic that it could not be her own, for it was untainted with the dashes of heart, hope, faith, and other righteous notions. Secondly, her body swelled of her own accord (completely naked mind you) into her form so that when her arm came back she grabbed onto his to twist it and forcibly make her go.

She didn't deny the urge to strangle him, but she was more conflicted over killing him because it seemed that the incubus wished it. For a moment a sort of apathetic gaze crossed her face, as if she could just as easily maim as forgive, but as the evil synergies left her and washed away she felt more herself.

"Do you know that I've been strangled twice, run into a wall, and run over in the last 48 hours? Strangled twice! No, three times." While she was tempted to say more, he had, after all, caused her to go back into her original form without forming any contract with the incubus.

confused eek !!! Suddenly there was draft. A really cold, very noticable draft. And she screamed as loud and as high as there was ever a scream! "Don't look! Stop! Pervert!" And with that she started to hurl everything within grasp at him with an amazing burst of energy. Hey, she wasn't that kind of demon.

Usually.

She grabbed some poor, misshapen excuse for a beanbag chair and tried to cover herself with it so that her... well.. unspeakables weren't showing. The nerve of some men.. of all men it seemed as of late. Still in a huff she realized she had the poor man cowering on his own floor. Well. It wasn't entirely his fault, but he COULD have thought to look away or offer clothes by now.

"I'm starting to think ever man with a hint of demon blood wants me naked, dead, or both," she muttered to herself, not taking entirely into account how good of hearing he had. Not that it really mattered- it was true.

Well, this was uncomfortable. Sitting in the middle of a guy's house, naked, and... ugh... her head hurt. >_< Too much energy spent for one day with strangling and getting some weird boost of evilness.

"If you're going to try to kill me, next time be more original. Men always try to use brute force and strangle when they take on women. Never a gun... sometimes a knife, but usually some strangulation attempt. Gives a sense of power I suppose...." She stopped rambling a minute to stifle a yawn. "I don't suppose you have women's clothes?"

"They'll do. I'll try to keep them clean.. I can return them after I go home and clean up." She rubbed her neck without much thinking, and there was a clear line there now where it looked like a wire had crossed her throat and dug into her skin a day or so ago. As her fingers lightly crossed the throat she winced mentally... crap, she'd have to think up something lame to say about how she got that. >_<

"I'm sorry... I didn't really know where to go, and when I got in the center that woman tormented me calling me kitty and trying to take me home. I kinda ran in here to hide and rest a little... ^^;; I sort of fell asleep unintentionally. I didn't think you'd want company, so I was going to leave as soon as I woke..." She was rambling, but it kept him from asking questions for now.