Thread: A Ravens Heart and a Witch's Soul....(Anaeria and runawayninja only please! )

Waking up was the easy part, and when Ariana did so it was suddenly and with her hands clenched into fists, her fingernails having drawn blood as her nails shifted into claws. She healed fast however, and only small crescents of pink flesh remained when she got out of the overly luxurious bed and padded silently to the window to peer out into it. She took note of her surroundings immediately and then looked down at her outfit and grimaced. Her hair was clean and smelled like roses, the same ones that bloomed outside and inside of the room she was in, and the entire place made her itch to be outside, even though it was the most luxury she'd ever seen in the two hundred years she'd been alive. Turning away from the window the redhead shuddered at the loose feeling of the gown on her. It was white too, a conspicuous colour that made her a target in her human form, and she hated that idea with a passion. Her human form was weak, useful sometimes but still weak, and she hated it almost as much as she hated humans and other humanoids in general. Especially magic users. The one whose house this is is a magic user, she knew that for a fact. No other mansion was this large or this overgrown with flowers. No other house held so much rose-scent that it blocked out everything else and made her sneeze three times in a row before she got her nose under control. Just as Ariana was about to take a flying leap out of the window and climb down the rose bushes nude, despite the thorns and the stench of flowers, the door opened and a hulking brute of a man stepped inside. Now, Ariana wasn't a fashionista, if anything she preferred to wear leggings and tunics and a belt, no matter what colours they were. She hated dresses, they were too hard to run in, and she despised showing off her skin, like her off the shoulder, armless dress did, with it's low, low back that covered her ass and not much more, and the white ruffled edges of the hem made her wince inwardly whenever she moved, afraid to wreck the intricate lace. The guy though....red hair and violent purple did NOT mix. They made his skin seem more orangey-brown than tanned, and though he was slightly threatening, even going so far as to call her by the wrong last name, she snarled. Emerald eyes became chips of green glass for a moment, and her teeth bared in a perfectly unhappy snarl of anger, though she didn't physically change forms yet. He hadn't threatened her. And besides, her memories of before showed that these guys owed her an appology, running her over had been a really stupid thing to do, not to mention it had hurt like a bitch. Stepping close to the guy, she jabbed a finger at him, denting the metal of his breastplate as she did so and said You'd better have a decent explanation for getting my name wrong, running me over and wearing that awful colour buddy or I'll tear you a new asshole. To say she was uncouth, very much pissed off and nervous and scared as hell no matter her bravado was rather redundant. If she wasn't so scared she'd have probably passed out again, but fear tended to make her angry more than anything, and anger was a good fuel to run on when she just wanted to find a nice warm den and curl up and go to sleep for about a decade or three.