A slight stir of a cool breeze woke the young man, his eyes fluttered open a brief moment before he made a turn to the side to get more comfortable as he continued to beg for more sleep. "Close the window..."he murmured. And just as he was about to make that full turn he felt the bed give way. No, it wasn't a bed, he feltthe air all around him. Did he die--Was he dying?! No, no, he was falling!!
Branches and twigs snapped beneath him, given no time to emit a sream, he quickly reacted. Grasping for anything he could till finally crashing painfully to the forest floor. Groaning in pain, but as well...Laughing. He couldn't help it and really didn't know why he was laughing. Maybe he did, Right... He was alive.
Calmed down now the young man peered up to the sky through pale, dull, blue eyes. Where was this place and why exactly was he doing here....How did he get here, and more importantly...Why did he feel so full of life?
He smiled and before long finally stood, aching and most likely bruised, it didn't matter for the moment, he was in awe...."A dream...maybe a coma"....he muttered outloud to himself as he slowly begun a slow trek through thick brush, tripping here and there until making a complete stop at a small stream. He fell to his knees, splashing his face and gulping handfuls of the ice cold water, welcoming the cold as it rushed down to his belly.
He looked to the water, peering upon his reflection. "So where are you Krieven...Heaven or hell.." His brows furrowed, looking at the sickly image with disgust. How he wished to look like he done months ago and not this sickly boy with dark circles beneath his eyes, the yellow to his skin, and of course the lack of hair due to treatments meant to subdue the sickness. He closed his eyes, splashed at the reflection, fallen to memories when he'd been happy. Then as he gained back his composure he'd looked to water, an idea he must accept what has come to be. But to his surprise he was not peering into the reflection of a sickly young man. No, he looked like the person he was months ago. The tousle of blue-black hair reaching just past his ears, the slightly tanned skin, and the life filled eyes. He smiled, giving a laugh mustered by disbelief.
He sat there for abit trying to figure out what direction to take, what he should do next. It was quickly decided for him as a creature came crashing out of the brush on the other side of the stream. For a moment the thing didn't notice him, Krieven held his breath, didn't move... He observed it just as it seemed to be....He gasped, the creature's brain was exposed...he couldn't see it's eyes. But for sure now it knew the young man was there.
Krieven scrambled back, crawling backwards awkwardly till scrambling up properly till he was on all fours crouching to the ground. The thing caught his scent, jumping towards where Krieven had been sitting on the stream moments ago. The young man continued to watch. Why are you still here...You FOOL! His mind could not help but scream at him.
He didn't move, he couldn't move. And slowly that thing got closer, and closer, until it was mere inches from Krievens face. The young man just continued to watch it, it done nothing but turn and disappear into the brush.
The creature reeked of death, Krieven feared it, and it should have killed him. He let out a breath of relief and crawled back to the slow stream, an attempt to wash his face of the cool water only to be freaked out by the image reflected back. He thought at first it was that thing coming back to kill him, but once he turned it was not there or no where to be seen. He looked back to the water once more, and he seen it again, quickly and harshly he held his eyes closed for a moment before looking to the water. With a sigh of relief he seen his happy self. "Wha--How?!" He leaned in close to the water, blinking a few times as he pictured the creature...before he knew it the image of the thing reappeared. Not so much as reappeared, but Krieven became it. He looked to the claws that replaced his fingers, the image was an unfavored one, ugly. He crawled to the edge of the stream and pictured the image of his previous self.
Once satisfied, and, well, bored. He was then intent on discovering his new surroundings. It would probably be best to travel as one if those things...he thought, then slipped into the image as he traveled across the forest, curious bound and following a crew of these monsters as they seemed to be attracked to something.
((Shapeshifter: More so mimicks appearances of what he sees. Does not gain abilities just images))
And my apologies for the large post/intro. ^__^)
