Arcadia Gaiden-BeastThe large black wolf strides out into the small clearing I have claimed for my runs. She seems cautious, only stepping forward when she recognizes my scent. Bellowing at her causes her to back off. She calls out, a sound reverberating throughout the forest.
Donovan... What has become of you? Why to you become agressive at my presence?
Another fell roar, and I charge her. Still being slightly larger, she takes the hit when my jaws snap shut on her front left leg. A crunching of bone and a swift jerk of my powerfully muscled neck, and her leg rips free. The very trees seem to cry out in pain along with her.
Stop! Why are you doing this?!
Before I can land the final blow, her pack arrives. For the moment they are confused. The twins run over to me and stare at me questioningly. A single swipe with my right arm bisects the one to my right, and the left is impaled upon my claws. Their dying thoughts are filled with horror, and I feel fresh strength surge through my
Arcadia-ExperimentWhile Joey and Ceana are resolving their problems, Deetra and I have returned to the mountains where I hope to try a very complex transformation. I'm going to become something that I have partially shifted into before. "Deetra?"
"Hit me." Placing her hand upon my head she gives me a jumpstart. She flutters away to the saftey of a nearby tree. Unlike the other times she's done this, that familiar surge of pain rocks through me. I just ride the wave as she takes care of my clothes.
"Are you okay?! Your arm is bleeding!" I know it is. I watch as the skin flays open, blood seeping from the wound as my arm returns to the horrid blade it was after I was cursed. I don't stop there. My torso contorts, and the flesh on my chest splits open, revealing my ribcage. The sternum breaks free, retracting into my chest cavity as the ribs extend outward resembling a needle lined maw. The sternum expands to form a protective plate over my exposed organs. "Please stop! This doesn't feel safe
Arcadia-CeanaMorning again? Whose lying next to me? Is Cally home already? I pat her on the shoulder. She rolls over. It's Deetra. "You know you can't do that when Cally is around, right?"
She stretches and yawns. "What, sleep in the same bed? Or the whole 'person sized' thing?"
She smiles. "Sorry, not gonna happen. Never leaving your side."
I just grunt and get dressed. "We'll see. It's a bit disconcerting." As I get dressed she shifts back into her normal body, fluttering up to my shoulder and perching there. She buzzes her large dragonfly wings in irritation.
"You know, things would be a lot easier if you would gloss over some of that human nature." She tugs at my left ear. "Can you make us some bacon?"
"Sure thing. Question. How old are you? Joseph and I seem to be the youngest people around."
As we make our way to the kitchen she answers. "Sorry friend, I'm pretty sure I'm older. Just recently reached adulthood."
"And in human years that would be?"
"Fifty-two. Truth be told, These p
Arcadia-FreedomI've been running for hours. I barely feel winded at all. A stray deer crosses my path, and I slam into it. It's dead before I even realized what it was. Great, that takes care of lunch. The animal is maybe half my size. I've gotten bigger... I can only imagine what would happen if I tried some of the more complex transformations. Maybe I'll try to mimic one of my supernatural friends back home.
But for now, I feast upon the fallen animal. I find myself craving the heart and liver... Whatever. Digging in I relish the gamey taste. As I tear into the chest cavity I remember something. I have a passenger. Pulling my snout free I glance back at Deetra. Cocking my head I do my best to inquire if she's hungry. Don't quite know what her take on the situation is.
She looks from me to the grisly mess of the doe. A look of horror creeps across her face. Quickly replaced by a dark excitement. Her small face pulls back into a feral grin as her canines extend. Perhaps the most disturbing change is
Arcadia-ZephyrMorning. Fell asleep with my clothes on again... I need a shower. As I move to get up I can feel something rustling in my shirt. A small head pokes out. "Morning Don. You roll around a lot in your sleep." Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are bloodshot.
Ignoring her I walk to my dresser and grab yet another pair of blue-jeans and my button up shirt, the clothes I arrived with. Grabbing a pair of boxers I make my way the the bathroom one door over. I stop at the door, looking down at Deetra. "Why did you sleep in my shirt last night?"
"I lost the sock, and I was exhausted. Why are you still staring at me?"
"I'm getting a shower."
Her eyes light up. "I want one too!"
This is going to get really awkward, really fast. "You can go first then."
She looks upset... "But we're supposed to do everything together..."
I tell her as politely as I can. "No, I'm sorry, but that is going a little far... Besides, I don't think Cally would appreciate that. I- Are you crying?"
Arcadia-Adjustment"HEY!" A shrill voice calls out. "Wake up! I'm starving."
A light tapping on my cheek. Ugh, fine. "I'm up. Of all the things that could have come, you had to be an obnoxious fairy..."
Deetra slaps me across the nose. It actually hurt... "You jackass, I'm not a fairy, I'm a pixie!"
Sitting up, I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "What's the difference shorty?"
She crosses her arms and turns her head in disgust. "Fairies are mean little bastards. They tend to bite travelers. Not to mention how small they are. And I am not short. I'm just the right height thank you very much."
"Uh-huh. Alright, lemme throw on a fresh set of clothes. And put my doorknob back!"
She stares intently at me. "Fine. I just didn't want anyone coming in. I don't trust anybody."
A snap of her small fingers and the knob reappears. "Hurry up. Still hungry, and you have to take care of me by contract."
Oh joy. I have a talking pet. Lucky me. "Would you mind turning around for a minute?"
"Yes. Yes I would. HURRY UP!
Arcadia-DeetraHere I am, forty-three days down the road. Cally won't let me out of her sight due to the fact that I can't shift anymore. I can feel the change start, but it fades just as quickly as it comes. She's worried that I will be an easy target should trouble find me (as it always does.) So I kill time by refining my culinary talents. Joeseph occasionally shows me some new tricks he's learned, the most recent being binding rituals. Cally is trying to get me to renew the one she placed on me, but gave up after I told her she practically owns me anyway.
I'm waiting in the living room while Joey finishes researching a method he thinks will restore my power. In this time I reflect on the events of the past few weeks. Ceana moved in with us, taking up residence in Joseph's room. The couple are expecting a newborn in a few months, to everyone's surprise. Vermina has given her blessing to the union (much to my surprise,) and broke their contract, still being friendly with the lot of us.
Arcadia-RemovalJoseph is staring murderously at the paralyzed Mr. B. "Release Donovan, and come with me into the kitchen. I have something to show you." The two walk away, Mr. B is moving with jerking motions. Only his eyes remain under his own control.
I run over to the bad and scoop up Cally's shirt, handing it to her. "Get ready... Someone is going to die. I don't want it to be us."
The corners of her mouth creep into a feral grin, fangs popping out and dripping with venom. "Good." She shifts into her natural serpentine state. " I'll help choose who dies." Not the response I wanted...
"What will happen if we manage to kill this bastard?" I fear that the answer I recieve will be less than pleasant.
Heather walks into the room. "Huh, he actually pulled it off. Let's go off that prick." She seems oddly eager.
Cally throws an arm around her shoulder. "I take it you don't care for your master anymore?"
The two give each other a friendly smile before she responds. "That man is a mo
Arcadia-RestoredWithin eight days I can walk again. I still suffer the occasional ache in my arm, but today I finally get permission from Cally to get out of bed. Stretching, I inhale sharply as pain shoots through my arm. "Damn, that hurts."
Cally opens the door. "Come on! I made breakfast."
When I sit down at the small table, she brings in two plates with what I assume were eggs at some point. Seriously, Am I the only one in our little group who knows how to cook? "Looks great. Is Joeseph going to eat with us?" Sure it's nearly nightfall, but I've become something of a night person.
She shakes her head, a wide grin dominating her face. "He's with Ceana. The two went for a peaceful walk through the mountain. She'll take care of him." Joseph loves the night air, apparently Ceana does as well.
I eat my eggs as quickly as possible, eager to step outside and greet the day for the first time in weeks. "Glad to hear they hit it off. Better her than some of the more, unnerving folks I've seen."