53rd of Winter, 513 AV
A new face, a new body, a new identity. Evalin walked about the room, free as Aka allowed her to be, gazing at the new limbs, the new hair, the new skin she wore. Her lips were a thin line of concentration, her eyes looking over every inch of her naked flesh, "This body is tall... Taller than I am used to." Evalin did not know when Aka would arrive, thus she kept Tsenrika sealed away as the gem that hung about her neck. The Familiar, for his worth, had remained silent during the girl's early contemplations, but now offered his own cold opinions, Is height unwanted? Though I that child bodies were an annoyance to my master...?
Evalin frowned and walked to the full length mirror owned by Aka, turning this way and that to examine her body, "Such it was before, however, as time goes on one grows accustom to most things. Now I find myself... at odds with this new form which feels far too large."
In a reason patrol Evalin had acquired the body of a Myrian woman, slain by Aka herself. By her Mistress' graces she had been allowed to keep it as a replacement for the now rotting corpse that she called her own before. The woman was tall, 5'7 almost, with a fit build and breasts just a bit too large for Evalin's liking. The hair was just past the shoulders, and the woman when alive had kept it tide back in intricate braids. Evalin did away with these, however, for they were more trouble than they were worth to upkeep. Green eyes, tanned skin and hair the color of dead leaves, the Myrian was not ugly, but Evalin knew that such an appearance would not do any good for her reputation around the nest.
"Though I wear the skin of a Myrian, best not to flaunt it for fear of repercussions undo..."
She could feel Tsenrika's silent agreement with this line of logic. It would not do to be decapitated simply for wearing the corpse of a Myrian. Caution was best followed, and so... Some alterations were in order.
Closer her eyes Evalin summoned forth that mental image of the body she now wore. It was imperfect, she knew, for the body was still fresh to her and not ingrained in her consciousness. Still, she did what she could and let her mind fall to silence, separating from this body that was never her own in the first place. With mental fingers of silver, Evalin traced the lines of djed that arched and weaves to form the body she inhabited. Absently she mused at how different it was than the body she held previously. In her last form the weaves had been so tightly wound, compact and vibrant to reflect the young nature of the host. These were thicker bands, resonating with age and experience. Muscles knew and remember the arts of war, but Evalin knew that she had no access to these. After a time she finally found what it was she was looking for. A single strand that lead from the center of the wave, stretched dup and layered over the entirety of the vessel's skin. The strand of color, and this Evalin experimentally plucked.
Opening her eyes, Evalin watched as the skin, beginning just under her neck, slowly shifted with alternating patterns of lighter and darker patterns, like ripples that washed over her entire body until they settled once more to the natural tan that it was meant to be. Smiling Evalin grasped this strand firmly with those silvery fingers of her will, pulling at it at odd angles while she watched for the effects in the mirror. The tighter she pulled it the more odd the color became, shifting to darker and darker hues until it was almost black. Shifting the strand slightly moved the color from black to almost blue. Interestingly enough this change of color was like a ripple effect. It would start at the center of Evalin's chest and spread out in a wave fashion, distributing the color in an uneven fashion. Tilting her head Evalin plucked at the strand once more, pressing it in the opposite direction and increasing the slack in her hold. The rippling colors changed from the darker hues to higher and lighter ones, skin returning to tan and moving beyond to an almost pale white. Nodding slowly, Evalin followed this strand back, touching up the uneven spots in the visible areas of her neck and face, and of course her forearms and hands.
"A start perhaps. At least with the skin color changed the first reaction will not be recognition that the body was once Myrian, don't you think so my Dear Tsenrika?"
Might they not think it a sickly monkey, instead of a healthy one?
Evalin almost laughed, "Perhaps they would, but then there is still much more work to be done. Let us make it so that none will ever suspect this were the body of their most hated enemy."
A new face, a new body, a new identity. Evalin walked about the room, free as Aka allowed her to be, gazing at the new limbs, the new hair, the new skin she wore. Her lips were a thin line of concentration, her eyes looking over every inch of her naked flesh, "This body is tall... Taller than I am used to." Evalin did not know when Aka would arrive, thus she kept Tsenrika sealed away as the gem that hung about her neck. The Familiar, for his worth, had remained silent during the girl's early contemplations, but now offered his own cold opinions, Is height unwanted? Though I that child bodies were an annoyance to my master...?
Evalin frowned and walked to the full length mirror owned by Aka, turning this way and that to examine her body, "Such it was before, however, as time goes on one grows accustom to most things. Now I find myself... at odds with this new form which feels far too large."
In a reason patrol Evalin had acquired the body of a Myrian woman, slain by Aka herself. By her Mistress' graces she had been allowed to keep it as a replacement for the now rotting corpse that she called her own before. The woman was tall, 5'7 almost, with a fit build and breasts just a bit too large for Evalin's liking. The hair was just past the shoulders, and the woman when alive had kept it tide back in intricate braids. Evalin did away with these, however, for they were more trouble than they were worth to upkeep. Green eyes, tanned skin and hair the color of dead leaves, the Myrian was not ugly, but Evalin knew that such an appearance would not do any good for her reputation around the nest.
"Though I wear the skin of a Myrian, best not to flaunt it for fear of repercussions undo..."
She could feel Tsenrika's silent agreement with this line of logic. It would not do to be decapitated simply for wearing the corpse of a Myrian. Caution was best followed, and so... Some alterations were in order.
Closer her eyes Evalin summoned forth that mental image of the body she now wore. It was imperfect, she knew, for the body was still fresh to her and not ingrained in her consciousness. Still, she did what she could and let her mind fall to silence, separating from this body that was never her own in the first place. With mental fingers of silver, Evalin traced the lines of djed that arched and weaves to form the body she inhabited. Absently she mused at how different it was than the body she held previously. In her last form the weaves had been so tightly wound, compact and vibrant to reflect the young nature of the host. These were thicker bands, resonating with age and experience. Muscles knew and remember the arts of war, but Evalin knew that she had no access to these. After a time she finally found what it was she was looking for. A single strand that lead from the center of the wave, stretched dup and layered over the entirety of the vessel's skin. The strand of color, and this Evalin experimentally plucked.
Opening her eyes, Evalin watched as the skin, beginning just under her neck, slowly shifted with alternating patterns of lighter and darker patterns, like ripples that washed over her entire body until they settled once more to the natural tan that it was meant to be. Smiling Evalin grasped this strand firmly with those silvery fingers of her will, pulling at it at odd angles while she watched for the effects in the mirror. The tighter she pulled it the more odd the color became, shifting to darker and darker hues until it was almost black. Shifting the strand slightly moved the color from black to almost blue. Interestingly enough this change of color was like a ripple effect. It would start at the center of Evalin's chest and spread out in a wave fashion, distributing the color in an uneven fashion. Tilting her head Evalin plucked at the strand once more, pressing it in the opposite direction and increasing the slack in her hold. The rippling colors changed from the darker hues to higher and lighter ones, skin returning to tan and moving beyond to an almost pale white. Nodding slowly, Evalin followed this strand back, touching up the uneven spots in the visible areas of her neck and face, and of course her forearms and hands.
"A start perhaps. At least with the skin color changed the first reaction will not be recognition that the body was once Myrian, don't you think so my Dear Tsenrika?"
Might they not think it a sickly monkey, instead of a healthy one?
Evalin almost laughed, "Perhaps they would, but then there is still much more work to be done. Let us make it so that none will ever suspect this were the body of their most hated enemy."
