The Spell/Those Darn Kids....

"Geeah!" The woman screeched, holding her arm. Blood dripped from it. "Filthy...CREATURE!" She screamed, slamming her walking stick into the floor. She pointed it at Kyrine, directing energy through it. "Do you want your friends to get hurt, CAT?" She bellowed with evil.

Demian held close to Kyrine, standing up. He was suprised, the breaking and reforming of bones in his leg to cat form made him several inches taller. "Huh." He saw the old lady. "Oh my god."

 

some human thought returned to James: 'damn, missed her head' was his thought, along with a gruesome roar that made the witches face change. he then thought bout her threat and backed off slightly. He then shook his head slowly and walked away farther. He felt his voice come back and spoke "leave them alone, i am the one who hurt your arm, so hurt me!" he said in a catish/liger voice.

 

Kyrine heard the old lady's shrill and shut her eyes tightly. Can she just leave them alone already?! She suddenly felt a pain in her cheeks as whiskers were starting to come out. She ignored it. The pain wasn't as bad as it was earlier.

 

James saw the pain in his friend's face and lost it again, letting out a growl and going down to pounce. he knew that he weighed bout half a ton and it would crush this hag. "your going to pay for torchering us" he growled.

 

"Ehhehheh!" The lady cackled, raising her stick. A force rammed the boy off of her, and into a wall. She twirled the stick in a circle, encompassing them all. "None of you insolent children can understand my power! Maybe this will give you a taste!" She slammed her staff into the rocks, sending energy coursing everywhere. "Foolish children, so full of yourselves!"

 

Kyrine felt the magical impact and crumpled to her knees. Pain was errupting all over her body now. She let out short convolutions from her mouth. The final transformations were about to take place.

 

James looked over at his friend, then to the ladie. he could feel the rest of him changing (his internal organs, his thoughts, what-not) and it HURT.

 

The old woman turned and left, fading into the shadows. "Want it to stop? Come find me...." Demian was slammed up against a wall, holding his arm painfully. He fell next to Kyrine afterwards, fur sprouting up on his arms. "Urg...ragh...raaurh....." his cries became more like growls and roars of pain as the seconds ticked by.

 

Kyrine closed her eyes tightly as more pain washed over her. She barely heard what the old lady said to them or was even aware that Demian was having more painful problems. Fur started to grow on Kyrine, slowly... centimeter by centimeter.

 

Demian grabbed Kyrine's hand/paw the best he could, feeling the new fur on her. The blond fur on him had spread up to his shoulders, though his torso was still relatively human. "We....gotta find...that person..." He growled into Kyrine's ear. "AH!" His ribs cracked to make room for expanding organs.

 

ooc: i feel.....left out....lol where am i>?

 

OOC: Go with the flow... run after the brother lady. XD

BIC:

Kyrine gave her head a quick nod. "Yeah-" she was cut off with more pain erupting from her head as the bones in her feet started to crackle and snap. She winced and held herself tighter. "We know... ah!.. where she lives.... r-right?"

 

James knew, he'd seen the house in his mind every night since they had spent the night there. He followed the lady as best as he could, but then stopped and looked back to his two friends. 'are they the only ones besides myself who is changing?' he wondered. he then ran back and as best as he could asked Kyrine.

 

Demian felt the witches presence fading. He sucked in a deep breath, the changes stopping slowly. His shirt had fallen to tatters long ago, and his pants were barely holding together. His shoes were nowhere to be found. "She's gone...?" He whispered. He looked in the mirror. The central part of his torso was still normal, relatively. His face retained it's structure, mostly. He wanted to fall to all fours with Kyrine, who looked like the changes might be stopping for her too, soon. But he knew that would be giving up, in a way. "That...*****. We're gonna find her." Then he realized he was panting. Oh my god.

 

Finally, the pain in her feet stopped. There went one of the normal parts. She opened her eyes, seeing now that no more changes were occurring. despite the suddenly changing and unchanging, she still had her clothes on. She let out a shaky breath and started to stand up again.

 

James could feel himself slowly changing back. it looked like he was the only one who had gone all the way through the changes. As he was slowly changing back, he realized he was going to be naked. "um...Demian, help a brother out, you got some clothing on ya? i don't think i want to attempt to get back home naked" he said, getting his voice back first.

 

Demian pointed upstairs with one paw, motioning for him to go. He held it out to help Kyrine get up. “What are we gonna do when we find her?†He asked. “Why should we even go near her in the first place?†He said angrily. His tail flicked back and forth, and he snarled loudly. “She’ll probably just finish us off!†Angry growls and snarls came from his throat.

 

James went upstairs to wait out the rest of his reverting-backness.

 

Kyrine just sighed, not knowing what to say. She stood up on her new feet and looked at Demian. "I'm not sure..." she said almost silently.

 

((Sorry, i had a lot of schoolwork to do))
Demian turned to her. He still felt steaming angry, so he tried to lighten the mood. "Heh, James won't find anything to fit upstairs. Poor kid." He said, trying to laugh. It came out as a growl. He sat down, sighing. "We never made those sandwiches." He said, just realizing it. Oh well, it wasn't really a big problem.