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Re: Christine ( \oO.Oo/ )
Tell me about it. I have fucking Planets. Helena said, though she didn't explain, and instead immediately swooped down and kissed her. What happened next was by far the most jarring experience in her life, and it would continue to be well into her new one.
Helena literally pulled her soul out of her, and into herself. It was pleasurable, undeniably so, and excruciatingly painful for a blinding instance. But she couldn't scream. She couldn't Move. She couldn't do anything. Until a wisp of a body formed and she realized she was trapped in a small round cage, resting inside an inferno of multihued flames.
There was no escape, no way out, nothing she could do. She couldn't slip the bars, couldn't see a seam, Nothing, except stare into the fire. The Colors of the flames were the basic 7 of the Prism from what she could tell, but blue and red violently outshone everything else. Yellow, Orange, Green. They were all there, but those 2 dominated in such a powerful way that they were nearly inconsequential. All except Indigo, which seemed to flare unexpectedly now and again.
The flames reached towards her, and she felt them wick away a piece of her energy, her body diminishing, before they were forcibly pulled back by something, and then... Light. Lust. And Anger. So much Of both! She was uncontrollably furious and horny all at the same time, her ears and tail...
She was in her other body! She was Back in her Kitsune body and Helena was already bundling up the other in what seemed to be spider's silk. She couldn't see inside it, only knew it was there, and Helena was quick to incinerate it with a muttered word and a blinding flash of heat that singed all the plantlife around her, reducing the body to dust almost instantly. Done. And Done. Don't ask me to explain it. Outside, your soul needed to be Forced to accept your current body as it's Home. Which I did. The emotions will pass on their own. Faster if you express them. Helena said, seeming very tired, but smiling as she flopped down into the grass, scythe propped against her shoulder sitting crosslegged.
Tell me about it. I have fucking Planets. Helena said, though she didn't explain, and instead immediately swooped down and kissed her. What happened next was by far the most jarring experience in her life, and it would continue to be well into her new one.
Helena literally pulled her soul out of her, and into herself. It was pleasurable, undeniably so, and excruciatingly painful for a blinding instance. But she couldn't scream. She couldn't Move. She couldn't do anything. Until a wisp of a body formed and she realized she was trapped in a small round cage, resting inside an inferno of multihued flames.
There was no escape, no way out, nothing she could do. She couldn't slip the bars, couldn't see a seam, Nothing, except stare into the fire. The Colors of the flames were the basic 7 of the Prism from what she could tell, but blue and red violently outshone everything else. Yellow, Orange, Green. They were all there, but those 2 dominated in such a powerful way that they were nearly inconsequential. All except Indigo, which seemed to flare unexpectedly now and again.
The flames reached towards her, and she felt them wick away a piece of her energy, her body diminishing, before they were forcibly pulled back by something, and then... Light. Lust. And Anger. So much Of both! She was uncontrollably furious and horny all at the same time, her ears and tail...
She was in her other body! She was Back in her Kitsune body and Helena was already bundling up the other in what seemed to be spider's silk. She couldn't see inside it, only knew it was there, and Helena was quick to incinerate it with a muttered word and a blinding flash of heat that singed all the plantlife around her, reducing the body to dust almost instantly. Done. And Done. Don't ask me to explain it. Outside, your soul needed to be Forced to accept your current body as it's Home. Which I did. The emotions will pass on their own. Faster if you express them. Helena said, seeming very tired, but smiling as she flopped down into the grass, scythe propped against her shoulder sitting crosslegged.