Shift

Wonder of Powers

There was blood in the carpet. Pieces of silver covered the room with reflections and sitting on the floor was a shaking she-wolf, covered in shallow cuts.

When Menia had comprehended the words her mind scummed to the her wolven side. It over came her and she was helpless to the torrent of emotions that crashed on her.

Come now little one, you named me surly you should know. Mocking words echoed in her mind.

"No. That isn't right" She mumbled into her knees as she surveyed the destruction she had caused when she shifted. Already the cuts that had covered her honey gold skin were mending themselves back together. Yet another sign of how close her marks were along with the subtle glow to her skin and hair.

Picking up a shard of the destroyed mirror Menia raised it to her face, looking at herself. Wide eyes surrounded by silver speckled hair looked back. Ever so gently she raised her free hand a plucked a sliver of the silver from among her braid. She rolled the tiny piece of mirror in her hand still amazed at the havoc she had wreaked. In less than two heartbeats had she shifted and swirled through the room. When her eyes had landed on herself in the mirror she lost that little grasp she had been able to maintain. She had slammed her body into the mirror not caring or feeling the cuts that the razor sharp shards had left in her hide. Without knowing it she had some how blocked off the connection to the voice, which she was still trying to put her Daemon's name to it. Why she had reacted this way was a mystery to her. Shouldn't she be happy? She had finally figured out the voice, and it was her beautiful Daemon. Menia wouldn't let herself acknowledge it but secretly she had the hope that it was her Bonded, and in harboring this hope she led herself to startling disappointment. Nashen was so quiet Menia thought. Then with a startled gasp his voice came back into her mind... on full volume.

-you okay!? I swear to the gods you better answer me or I will tear apart that den of yours and find you. I do not care if a few of your friends get destroyed while I do so either!

" I don't have any friends. Just one." Menia whispered into her arm slightly hysterical. She had started to gently rock herself to and fro, trying to calm herself down.

Little one. Are you okay? I apologize for everything, I did not intend upon you reacting like that. You had completely shut me out and I was very concerned. The Daemon in her mind stated, gaining back his calm façade.

Menia did not answer him. Instead she rose on her still shaky legs and began to drag the wooden frame of the once was mirror into a corner. The task of cleaning gave her something to keep her hands busy as she thought over everything she had learned.

Nashen was talking to her in her head. Nashen was a dangerous monster. Nashen could possibly kill her. All of these things that she should have been worrying about and all that Menia's thoughts were on was how worried he had sounded. And a part of her was liking how worried he was for her far too much.

Menia was still lost in thought as she realized that she had cleaned the entire room. With another sigh she softly padded back to the wash room. Cleaning the blood from her now healed wounds she tried to get rid of everything she had been thinking of. Very soon now her mother would walk back through that door and lead Menia to a fate unknown. She was going to change forever and that scared her. Would she still be the child who was sad and lonely? Would she be more like the other she-wolves?