Post by Hadjara on Jul 16, 2013 20:52:53 GMT -5
Dully, Hadjara was aware that the storm she had created wasn’t exactly normal for the savanna and that if anyone paid close attention they would see that the storm ended fairly quickly and abruptly, it wouldn’t take very long for a person to get out of range of her violent lightning and the downpour, although by this point there was enough water to make little rivulets flow downhill in every direction. But Hadjara didn’t overly care about that just now. She was more focused on the child in her arms and watching the rise and fall of his chest. Zayn had started to doze off against her, and the other children didn’t stir as Suhail screwed up his face and whimpered.
Hadjara felt a bone moving under the skin of his back and his breath caught in his throat like he was about to start to cry. Without a sound Hadjara pulled him closer and wrapped an arm around his waist and put a hand behind his neck to support him while keeping his back uncovered. Unconsciously Suhail grabbed her front with a tiny hand and made a small, weak sound and she pressed his face to her shoulder. This part hurt, Hadjara remembered and she was glad that the others were asleep for this. Changing was painful and uncomfortable and, in a certain manner of speaking a very private thing.
It was a few moments later that a bone finally tore out of Suhail’s back and he let out a muffled cry as blood sprayed over his clothing. Zayn stirred slightly as Suhail’s stunted wing grew, bones lengthening as muscle and scales grew up their length. His looked thinner than hers did, less of powerhouse limbs and nearly as large as him. Idly, Hadjara wondered if this meant he would be able to fly, or at least flutter and glide as his other wing tore out of his back.
Suhail’s wings flapped a few time, as they finished growing in and Hadjara let him sink back to the ground, careful to keep his weight after his sore wings. Tears stained his eyes again and Hadjara brushed them away from his lashes. Scales blossomed under her fingers as she did so and Hadjara watched impassively as they spread across his eyes like a raccoon’s mask. She felt a little flat as she watched the changes move through him, not sure how she felt but glad at least that he seemed to be pulling through. She could see through his torn clothing the places where he had been over, and she could see that there was something wrong with the way his skin looked. There were long tracks of dark red-purple skin, perfectly healed and Hadjara guessed that meant he was going to have those scars for the rest of his life.
She twitched when she heard Rosalind’s voice and Hadjara looked behind her with the same flat expression. For a few seconds she did nothing before she called out, ”Lev.” The crocodile had been eyeing Rosalind where she stood, but at the verbal command he looked away. He raised himself to his feet and walked around, his scales glistening and catching light as he walked around the tent and hauled his bulk out of the way for Rosalind to enter.
In the meanwhile Suhail’s tail had grown in, long compared to the rest of his body and just as precise in its imitation of a crocodile’s as Hadjara’s own. Physically, he was unmistakably a daemon now but Hadjara knew it would take a while longer for him to wake up, as his biology completely rewrote itself. The storm outside started to slacken now, the wind didn’t rip at everything and the rain lost the touch of ice that made it painful.
Hadjara felt a bone moving under the skin of his back and his breath caught in his throat like he was about to start to cry. Without a sound Hadjara pulled him closer and wrapped an arm around his waist and put a hand behind his neck to support him while keeping his back uncovered. Unconsciously Suhail grabbed her front with a tiny hand and made a small, weak sound and she pressed his face to her shoulder. This part hurt, Hadjara remembered and she was glad that the others were asleep for this. Changing was painful and uncomfortable and, in a certain manner of speaking a very private thing.
It was a few moments later that a bone finally tore out of Suhail’s back and he let out a muffled cry as blood sprayed over his clothing. Zayn stirred slightly as Suhail’s stunted wing grew, bones lengthening as muscle and scales grew up their length. His looked thinner than hers did, less of powerhouse limbs and nearly as large as him. Idly, Hadjara wondered if this meant he would be able to fly, or at least flutter and glide as his other wing tore out of his back.
Suhail’s wings flapped a few time, as they finished growing in and Hadjara let him sink back to the ground, careful to keep his weight after his sore wings. Tears stained his eyes again and Hadjara brushed them away from his lashes. Scales blossomed under her fingers as she did so and Hadjara watched impassively as they spread across his eyes like a raccoon’s mask. She felt a little flat as she watched the changes move through him, not sure how she felt but glad at least that he seemed to be pulling through. She could see through his torn clothing the places where he had been over, and she could see that there was something wrong with the way his skin looked. There were long tracks of dark red-purple skin, perfectly healed and Hadjara guessed that meant he was going to have those scars for the rest of his life.
She twitched when she heard Rosalind’s voice and Hadjara looked behind her with the same flat expression. For a few seconds she did nothing before she called out, ”Lev.” The crocodile had been eyeing Rosalind where she stood, but at the verbal command he looked away. He raised himself to his feet and walked around, his scales glistening and catching light as he walked around the tent and hauled his bulk out of the way for Rosalind to enter.
In the meanwhile Suhail’s tail had grown in, long compared to the rest of his body and just as precise in its imitation of a crocodile’s as Hadjara’s own. Physically, he was unmistakably a daemon now but Hadjara knew it would take a while longer for him to wake up, as his biology completely rewrote itself. The storm outside started to slacken now, the wind didn’t rip at everything and the rain lost the touch of ice that made it painful.