Charlie Archer ☾ Bigby Wolf (bigbadsheriff) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-06-24 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie archer, ellie morgan |
Who: Ellie Morgan & Charlie Archer
What: It's a long way back, Charlie gets some company in the woods.
Where: Somewhere between life and death.
When: Forward dated to late Monday night, June 26th 2017
Warnings: None
Status: Incomplete
It wasn't that Ellie had been holding out on everybody intentionally with something else that she could do that she didn't want to try to explain. It was more that she didn't want to get anybody's hopes up in case what she was thinking about, had been thinking about since everybody but Charlie woke up after their fevers, didn't work the way that she thought it would. After all, Jaenelle had only ever ventured into the Twisted Kingdom to find someone. That was different than going into an unconscious mind, even if the other person had been Blood... which Charlie wasn't. Charlie wasn't human, but he wasn't hers. Partly, Ellie had been afraid that she might hurt him if she tried. What she was, it was something different. Something that was a little hard to take even for people who belonged to the same world as Jaenelle.
Charlie was a wolf, though, wasn't he? Under the skin? Jaenelle had always known how to talk to wolves.
She still waited until no one else was around in the Clinic. Until it was late at night, and the people that were still there were busy tucking into their paperwork. They'd just done their checks. Unless something went off, they wouldn't need to come look in on Charlie for a few hours, still. Ellie didn't know if a few hours would be enough for what she was doing, but she was hoping that they would be too afraid to try to wake her, if it was obvious that she was in the middle of something sort of witchy. There weren't exactly that many magical healers around the Clinic at all, and Ellie had made sure to time things so that none of them, the ones that officially belonged at the Clinic, were there. Nobody had realized that Ellie was there, either,with the sight shields she'd put on to conceal her until she was sure she was completely alone. She dropped them, after the nurse had left, sat down at Charlie's side and rested her hand on his.
It might have been a better idea to let somebody know that she was going to be there, and that she was going to be trying something different. Ellie knew what she was doing, though. She would know it, if she was starting to hurt Charlie. She would know it, if she was starting to get so turned around that she was in danger of not being able to find her way back. She didn't think that was going to be a problem, though. She'd never had any problems finding her way back, before, no matter where she'd wandered that would probably give her dad heart attacks just thinking about it.
In the end, it was exactly as easy as shucking the human trappings and stepping a little to the side. Well, a lot to the side. A lot more than she would have had to, if she was trying to slide into the mind of anybody who was Blood. It still wasn't all that different, really, not once she edged her way over far enough. Charlie was a Fable and... well... they'd always called Jaenelle the Living Myth. It was sort of related, right?
She wasn't human, in the woods that she found herself in. Ellie wasn't exactly surprised by that. It was only the body that was human, the shell that housed her. Anywhere else, anywhere outside the body, she looked like what she really was. Her hair was the same gold as always, but it wasn't quite hair anymore. Not quite fur, either. A narrow strip of it traced down her spine, ended in a small fawn's tail at the base of her spine. Her legs changed, below the knee, into dainty golden-furred things, with a horse's hooves. Her human hands had catlike claws, her ears came to a delicate point. Her face was still her own, still the Ellie Morgan that Charlie would recognize, except for the tiny spiral horn in the center of her forehead. And the eyes. They were still blue, just as blue as they'd ever been, but there was something ancient about them. Something haunted. She was still Ellie Morgan, but she was Witch, too. She was Witch, most.
And she was naked. That was probably something that she ought to fix. Charlie was a wolf, but he was also male, and males could get strange about seeing people naked when they weren't supposed to.
All it took was a thought to clothe herself in a loose shift of black silk that covered her from sternum to mid-thigh, and another to arm herself with an Eyrien bladed stick. She didn't know what was waiting for her, here. Charlie's mind might not be a nice place, deep down. She wouldn't, couldn't, judge for that. Hers was dangerous, too, if you didn't know where to step. It didn't take much to send you tumbling into a pit.
"Charlie?" Ellie started off through the woods, careful of her step but unafraid. There might be frightening things there, there might be monsters, but there weren't very many things that were scarier than her.