Hamduden
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Ashe blinked away the tears and sniffed noisily. Unconcerned by her nakedness, she swung her legs off the bed and buried her toes in the soft carpet. Her pale skin gleamed in the dim light, and Ashe took a few moments to inspect her body for any changes. Her long white-blonde hair was still the same length as it had always been, three hand spans from the roots to the tips. Her skin was still soft and subtle, showing no signs of ageing. There were no changes. The situation was still the same.
Her reflection winked at her from across the room, and Ashe stood up, watching the small play of muscles moving under her skin. Once again Ashe wondered why her upper body was so strong, why she was so fit when They only made her and the Others train lightly.
In a fit of uncontrollable rage, Ashe screamed and launched herself at her reflection. The mirror shattered and shards of sharp glass flew through the air. Fragments clung to her fists and larger pieces sliced through her unprotected flesh.
As quickly as the damage was done, it was reversed. Ashe watched time travel backwards. The glass segments seemed to race each other in an eager or desperate attempt to become whole. The gashes of her skin sealed, knitted themselves back together. Ashe’s reflection cocked a mocking eyebrow at her. She said soundlessly, “What did you expect?”
Ashe didn’t reply. She clothed herself in the flowing white garments she had grown to hate, and opened the door to the outside.
Ashe blinked away the tears and sniffed noisily. Unconcerned by her nakedness, she swung her legs off the bed and buried her toes in the soft carpet. Her pale skin gleamed in the dim light, and Ashe took a few moments to inspect her body for any changes. Her long white-blonde hair was still the same length as it had always been, three hand spans from the roots to the tips. Her skin was still soft and subtle, showing no signs of ageing. There were no changes. The situation was still the same.
Her reflection winked at her from across the room, and Ashe stood up, watching the small play of muscles moving under her skin. Once again Ashe wondered why her upper body was so strong, why she was so fit when They only made her and the Others train lightly.
In a fit of uncontrollable rage, Ashe screamed and launched herself at her reflection. The mirror shattered and shards of sharp glass flew through the air. Fragments clung to her fists and larger pieces sliced through her unprotected flesh.
As quickly as the damage was done, it was reversed. Ashe watched time travel backwards. The glass segments seemed to race each other in an eager or desperate attempt to become whole. The gashes of her skin sealed, knitted themselves back together. Ashe’s reflection cocked a mocking eyebrow at her. She said soundlessly, “What did you expect?”
Ashe didn’t reply. She clothed herself in the flowing white garments she had grown to hate, and opened the door to the outside.
So this is a tale of how her life at the league is?
"I'm ebolakin. You can refer to me as Ebola-Chan." - Vurtax
"I also am Otherkin. Whenever autumn rolls around I can feel my kin-type slowly taking over my body. You must know, I identify as pumpkin. I can control it pretty good most of the time, but when September ends, I just cant hold it in anymore. Whenever Im outside I see my brothers and sisters being chopped into soup, coffee, donuts, cake, drinks, bread - ppl even cut human faces into their skin, making a mockery out of their noble appearance. When I see things like that I cant control my pumpkin urges anymore. My natural instincts kick in. I then sit down motionless, while getting bright orange." - Morgana L
"I also am Otherkin. Whenever autumn rolls around I can feel my kin-type slowly taking over my body. You must know, I identify as pumpkin. I can control it pretty good most of the time, but when September ends, I just cant hold it in anymore. Whenever Im outside I see my brothers and sisters being chopped into soup, coffee, donuts, cake, drinks, bread - ppl even cut human faces into their skin, making a mockery out of their noble appearance. When I see things like that I cant control my pumpkin urges anymore. My natural instincts kick in. I then sit down motionless, while getting bright orange." - Morgana L
^^Was thinking the same thing.
Or even better, make it like Renekton Bot's fanfic and have it be Ashe and Caitlin or something ridiculous like that.
Or even better, make it like Renekton Bot's fanfic and have it be Ashe and Caitlin or something ridiculous like that.
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She tentatively ran her hands over herself, her palms skimming the naked skin of her torso and stomach. No wounds, no bruises, no deformities. It was the same ever since she could remember.
Waking up in the claustrophobic arms of black, the feeling of drowning in waves of nothingness. Not knowing who she was, where she was… what happened? As sight returned to her unblinking eyes, memories would flood back to her, each recollection pinching her, grabbing her, vying for her attention. They flashed behind her closed eyes, a kaleidoscope of too-bright images, they screamed obscenities into her ears and whispered secrets too faint to hear, they assaulted her sense of smell, overloading her with whiffs of decay and the aroma of roses, they fouled her mouth with an array of uncomplimentary tastes.
As always the woman thrashed on the silken sheets, sweat pouring off her in salty rivulets, her mind splitting with the pain of reliving years of limited and carefully chosen memories thrust upon her.
Eventually she stilled, panting for breath, heart racing and legs trembling with exertion. Cautiously she explored the contents of her memory, retreating from the gaping black holes of information seething in corruption. These frightening blockages tainted more than two thirds of her conscious. She travelled the unsteady webs that faintly linked the corners of her mind, and located what she desperately needed to witness every single time she awoke from The Slumber.
Pulsing in a faint blue ball of energy was her identity, and she reached for it with greedy hands. Her piercing blue eyes flew open, and she sighed in content. Tears fell unhindered down her alabaster cheeks.
I am Ashe.