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Terror.... kidnapped, tortured, raped...
Magic and an attempted conception go awry.
Be with me....
Until those whispered words had stolen into her mind An'Thaya had been floating in a safe oblivion, one of her own making. The unfamiliar voice snapped her mind like a twig, bringing her screaming back into an unwelcome reality.
"NO!" Her soul felt what he was trying to do, recognizing the attempt to create life from Galain's own abilities. Her hands tried to push his weight off her, tears burning her face as she failed to force him from between her thighs. For the first time in a very long time the Amazon felt fear, not even Gareth had brought out in her the terror that Avathar commanded at this moment.
As a last desperate stop-gap she let the conduit in her soul fly open, grasping at anything to prevent the unthinkable.
Avathar flinched when she came to with a scream and suddenly his gentle ministrations became more urgent and he slapped An’Thaya across the face before he forced her to remain on her back. He gripped her shoulders tightly, bruising the skin as he let go of his seed and filled her, desperate to impregnate her before anything else happened.
He was stunned by her sheer strength and bore down hard on her, turning seduction into pure rape as he took her again and again. He had felt the air shimmer around them, not sure of what she was doing. The dragon within him bellowed and he yelled with frustration as he sensed something wrench and go terribly awry. Some sense of self-preservation had him tear himself off An’Thaya and roll away, covering his head with fear as he realized something far beyond his understanding was occurring.
What the Fates had decreed was completely out of An'Thaya's control, one victory was won when Avathar's hated weight was suddenly gone, but it was to late to stop whatever he had set into action. A sudden burning in her abdomen had the Amazon doubling in on herself, her initial scream never seeming to stop as it seemed she was being torn apart from the inside out.
Bruised and bloody from the elf's harsh treatment of her she rolled off the bed, the cold stone of the floor meeting her abruptly before she tried to claw her way through it. The skin over her spine felt as if it was splitting apart, and the sensation soon spread to other various parts of her body. It was when her scream turned to something completely inhuman that any inkling of what was happening dawned on her, and even then it made no sense at all...
All illusion disappeared as Avathar went into pure survival mode. That inhuman scream had him rolling even further away and suddenly shifting to dragon form, huge, golden, massive and ready to flee. The room no longer existed as it had and instead they were in the middle of a grassy field -- a deceptively peaceful place atop a mountain.
But it wasn't peaceful now and Avathar swiftly took to the air, anxious to be gone.
An'Thaya felt as if she was being buried alive, her consciousness submerging below another's. Where it had come from and what it was eluded her as much as the change in her physical form did. Despairing her losses she made one last grasp for control, then simply let herself sink into safety.
On the outside the change was slow, a glittering procession of crimson scales that sprang into being over elven flesh as the tiny form of the Amazon was distorted, twisted, and grew.
Agaru-loki' looked on the world for the first time, not quite understanding where she was and how she had come to be here. Reborn.. yes, but without hatching... without growing... simply springing into being? Swinging her massive head around she trumpeted into the crisp mountain air, her multifaceted emerald eyes seeking out the slightly larger male that hovered in the sky above her.
A shifting within reminded her of the small creature she had sprung from, and humming reassuringly she tucked the consciousness of the Amazon away in a safe place. That one was hers to watch over, her Skinwalker.
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