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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 6:58 pm
There never is a good time to change. Itchiness gradually gest worse througout the day as it feels like you've got a heat rash over parts of your exposed skin. When prickling sensations of new white fur begins to emerge through previously bare patches of skin, you realize what's happening. It doesn't take long for the pigmentless fur to spread over most of the rest of your body, save for a patch on your stomach, your hands, and your feet. As it grows, and as you can't help but itch, certain areas of your skin become looser, moving as you itch them - particularly the back of your legs and under your arms. It's somewhat unnerving. Your bulky feet begin to ache as your toes grow longer, more nimble, taking on more of the features of fingers than mere stubby toes. Your smaller tails push out longer, gaining more fur, fluffing up to be fully functional tails alongside the others. Meanwhile, your incisors (tops and bottoms) grow out, curving slightly and the urge to chew on things like a teething toddler rears its head. However, for the time being, the pain in your face as a small muzzle begins to push out distracts you. Finally, like all the other changes, your heart rate begins to settle as the changes come to an end.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 7:44 pm
She sat down landing in his lap and not the chair, but not really caring, as her attention was entirely on him sucking lewdly on her finger. At least now she knew why his tongue was split into three little tongue-lets.
Suddenly distracted, Antony felt heated and itchy, and so, she scratched. "Ahh," she groaned, moving to stand while rubbing her arms, and only when she felt the fur growing did she notice what was happening.
Blood forgotten, she stumbled backwards as the bones in her toes lengthend and crunched. She fell into the table, bounced off rather resiliantly, and ricocheted into the nearest chair. Both objects were knocked off their feet onto the floor, only the chair wasn't screaming in agony.
Loose skin went unnoticed in favor of five spines lengthening, and the splitting of two new ones. In fact, everything else pretty much was trumped pain wise by the growing and lengthing of her tails.
She writhed. She screamed. And she cried.
There were moments were she prayed to just pass out, or maybe even die. Anything to stop the pain coursing through her spine. Her vision was blurred as she tried pathetically to crawl away from the pain in her tails.
Finally, she gave up and sobbed into the floor.
Blood from her finger was smeared all along the floor thanks to F's saliva, nail marks were scraped into parts of the floor, and she was left laying there, muscles twitching and spasming still from the fresh change. Everything hurt and Antony was unable to tell where the pain was located except 'everywhere'.
It burned, ached, throbbed, and stabbed in varying degrees and localities. Thankfully, her heart rate had leveled off and the squirrel woman was beginning to cool down.
A little sucking never hurt anyone! Really!
Antony was inclined to disagree.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:16 pm
"Hey-" As his meal pulled away, F was about to complain that he wasn't nearly done yet, but the not yet formed complaint was soon silenced when he noticed her rabid scratching. "Oh bollocks." he breathed. "I'm sorry! I didn' know I was carrying diseases.." he followed her to a stand.
"..Is it really vat ba-aah" he was about to suggest she was over-reacting, but decided solidly against it as white fur erupted over her skin. He cringed as she fell about the place, attempting to catch her but failing miserably, one step behind her.
He gave his own yelp of shock at the sight of her tails multiplying. "Yer tail's.. 'aving babies.." he croaked usefully.
"Guh-" he stuttered out of helplessness. "Ara-" he added, hands crumpling into fists as he crouched next to her on the ground and tried to think how he could possibly help while trying to ignore all the wasted blood on the floor.
"You done?" he ventured finally. It should be known that he tried. The simple fact was that F was about as helpful as horse s**t in a moment of crisis.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 8:54 pm
The tears and twitches were slowing, but they hadn't stopped by the time she raised her head and looked up at F. Regardless of the changes, Antony looked like a shell of her former self. Weak and broken, her ears and tails drooped except for the occasional muscle flick.
"I think so," she answered, all the other questions lost in transformation.
A long silence went by before she pulled herself towards him, only then notcing the blood all over the floor. "Why am I still bleeding?" She asked plainly, looking stupidly towards her finger.
Antony soon concluded it irrelevant, and pushed herself into a sitting position, non-blood stained arm reaching to bring him closer. "Get me pain killers, or pot... Scratch that, and pot," she finally decided, just wanting to curl up, feel no more pain, and have someone hold and comfort her at the moment. "Then humor me with a long hug..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:12 pm
F simply grit his teeth out of empathetic pain for her.
He only knew about as much as she herself did, and shrugged accordingly at her question. "Maybe you're.. What- What is it when you don' stop bleedin'?" he frowned, silently struggling with the urge to go and lick her bloody fur.
"Sure." he nodded, reaching to give her shoulder a hesitant rub. It was certainly his turn to return the favours she'd done him, after all. "Where d'vey keep vuh weed around 'ere?" he asked, vaguely curious to know himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:27 pm
"In my duplex," she muttered, leaning into his touch before attempting to stand, feeling a bit woozy. Supporting herself on the table, she dunked her finger in her glass of water before wrapping it again. This time, with clean napkins.
With the rinse and the pressure, the bleeding finally seemed to be stopping, and she sighed in relief. Now that was one less thing to worry about.
Regardless, she let herself return to the floor, the blood, and F, who's lap she crawled into almost immediately, roughly nosing his chest. "Just for a little bit," she whispered roughly, curling up against him as best as she could through the residual pain.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:55 pm
F's head tilted slowly, eyeing the glass of water that was now red with diluted blood. Once she was finished with the glass he reached for it unthinkingly and downed the watery drink. He licked his.. bristles, one corner of his mouth rising in a lop-sided smile.
F was about ready to get up and fetch what she'd requested when she'd suddenly claimed his lap. He blinked and instead ran his hand through her hair and the fur on her back for a moment, before gently clamping his hands over her ears.
"OI!" he hollered suddenly, hoping the noise would carry to the back of the cafeteria kitchen, where Delia was usually found pottering about. "DEELIA~" he shouted blindly, after she had made herself visible. Then he spotted her, apologised briefly, and asked for the painkillers and water from across the room.
"Want fries with that?" F thought he'd heard her mutter under her breath before she pandered to the request and supplied the pills with a smile. He gave her an odd look but thanked her all the same, unsure of what his ears had assumed.
He set the fresh glass of water down on the floor next to Antony and held a few pills out on his hand for her to help herself to when she wanted.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:19 pm
Regardless of the clamping, Antony could still hear his yells, but was comforted by the fact that it was muffled instead of sharp and painful.
Antony watched the ongoings closely, and took the pills as quickly as possible when offered. The glass was set on the floor and she resumed curling against his chest, eyelids drooping slightly.
"Thank you," she murmured before she could forget, tails curling around them both. A few of them were stained with blood, but had otherwise stopped twitching. It seemed that she was calming down, be it because of the drugs or because of the physically comfort. Either way, it was working.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:17 am
F looked down at his empty hand. "Well y' didn' need t' take all of 'em." he said with a slow smile, watching her glug the water.
He found himself stroking her like a large white kitten curled up on his lap. And while he did so, he saw no harm in giving any patch of particularly red fur a quick 'groom' with his tongue.
"Lets get you back t' vuh room, eh?" he suggested quietly after a couple of minutes, and would help her up if she accepted. If she still wanted her pot it would be there for her, but either way it was better than them sitting on the blood-stained cafe floor, for more than one reason.
Since first having that taste on his tongue, the hunger seemed insatiable, and disturbingly unsuppressible.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:26 am
"Well I'm not a lightweight," she huffed in a counter, but soon quieted in favor of being stroked and petted.
His suggestion brought a nod, and she stood up with his help, trying to pointedly ignore any pain that shot up her legs as she did so. With his help, Antony made her way towards the door and then began the slower than normal trek to her duplex. Luckily, the more she moved, the more used to the pain she got.
However, the painkillers were also starting to kick in, and while the pain went away, she began to feel heavy and groggy.
Keys were fumbled, the door was opened, and she made her way to her bed first and foremost, crawling on top of it almost immediately. Any blood she tracked on was ignored for the time being as well.
She looked up at him once she was generally settled and patted the bed in front of her, "Stay with me?" It wasn't like she was going to be awake for much longer anyways.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:10 am
"Oh is vat so?" he gave a brief head waggle, oblivious to the fact that it was probably a jab at something he'd said while plastered.
F spent most of the time between the canteen and the duplex distracted by the discovery that he could no longer whistle, and being highly disappointed by this.
Once they were in, he couldn't help grinning lazily at the parallels between this situation and one only a couple of days before. He climbed obediently onto the bed with her. It took real effort not to act a b*****d and temporarily walk out the door. He didn't think she'd appreciate bad humour now.
"'course." F purred simply, getting comfortable himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 11:25 am
She smiled, and it was genuine. It was also rather lopsided, thanks to the drugs kicking in Looks like she wouldn't be needing to smoke afterall.
That was very good news, as Antony really didn't want to get up to get it, much less put effort into rolling a blunt. Instead, when he got comfortable, she adjusted herself so that she was laying her head somewhere between his shoulder and his chest.
"How... How bad is it?" The squirrel woman asked shakily, her face twisting up to try and hide how scared she was at the moment. "I mean..." She trailed off, shaking her head and closing her eyes before burrowing herself against him a bit, as if she were trying to hide from the truth.
Either way, she was comforted by the fact that he was still there with her. That he hadn't run away screaming or just left. "Maybe... Call the labs and get blood from them?" She babbled all of a sudden, peeking up at him hopefully.
Even if he answered, Antony had drifted off to sleep and managed not to hear any responses. Hopefully she wouldn't drool in her sleep.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:48 am
"It's horrific." F answered plainly, unable to resist. "You almos' look worse van I do." His voice bubbled with what he hoped was obviously sarcasm while he stroked the fur behind her ear in what he hoped would be a comforting manner. He looked down at her and winced at the prompted realisation that that was indeed his probable fate. The lingering smell of the stuff didn't help him shake the fact from his mind. F lay there with her for a while, but eventually grew restless. Although the freshness of said blood was quickly diminishing, his stomach was still empty enough for it to seem attractive, and it complained accordingly. He carefully slipped out from under her and squeezed a pillow into his place under her head. Before he left, he thought to leave some kind of note for her like she had for him. Spotting one of her sketchbooks nearby, he grabbed that and a handy pen that lay next to it. After a curious flick through the pages, he scribbled on the back of it and left it near the bed. Quote: Ant! Gone to lunch. (; Tatoo me sometime? -F Evidently, F's life philosophy did not involve dwelling on crap.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 8:44 pm
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