Oh here she comes

[instars]

WHO: Saya Wallace, Kitty Jones, King Nicolas the long-suffering
WHERE: Heropa, garage
WHEN: Wednesday the 30th
WHAT: Saya was such a cute teenage girl. She's not going to be one for long.
WARNINGS: Spiders. Body horror.

[She's been feeling restless and twitchy all day; hungry in a way she hasn't ever felt before, which should have been some indication something was wrong. But it didn't seem to matter how much she ate; it just sat heavily in her stomach.

So now she's at the garage where she's staying (and she keeps wondering how long she'll stay there) and there's a big bag of trashy food, cheap and usually filling, sitting in front of her, when she hears someone come in.]

Kitty?

Is that you?

[She's only really just met Kitty; the other girl is a fighter, a little bit brawling, but that's okay.]

I have chips if you want some.

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[unwiseheart]

[ i didn't want to be left out on the icon change-up-- i mean

That's the end of trying to reason. Saya's gone full first change, although whether this is the war form of her kind or not, he isn't sure, not even so many years later. As it goes, some of the Changing Breeds still aren't quite so interested in talking to high and mighty werewolf lords. While Kitty attempts to distract the giant spider, Nicolas pushes his form even farther, taking much better control of it than what the younger spider can manage.

Clothing either sinks away into fur or grows with the form change rather than tear, flesh, bone structure, everything changes in the span it would take someone to sneeze. Still, it isn't pretty to watch, the shift happening quick, but not instant, not like how Kitty changes forms. If anything, it looks as if it should be painful, the way the body distorts, but there's no sign that he feels any.

Now, instead of a man grappling the spider, it's a nine foot tall, much heavier-looking beast, an amalgamation of man and wolf -- a werewolf, definitely a werewolf, making Kitty's snap judgement of him right on the dot. He isn't raging, though. He's only trying to pin Saya down, any words he may have said nothing more than growls now. ]

[instars]

[With spiders, it's blood that fuels them and not rage, and the adrenaline from the shift itself is wearing off quickly. All that's left is a bottomless hunger.

But she's still a spider, and she's quick like one. She spin in circles, unsure for a moment - where the hell did the food go - but then she's skittering, trying to move up the wall, trying to slip past the werewolf, and get out of the garage-

-but she's hungry, famished, and he finally does manage to pin her. Her exoskeleton splits like an eggshell, and spiders drip out of it, oozing, until all there's left is a pile of spiders taking the shape of a girl, and firming up next to him.

She's curled up, naked, and her eyes are closed for a moment.]

I'm hungry.

[There's no emotion in her voice. She sounds like she's utterly devoid of a soul.]

[rathercommon]

[ The hummingbird hovers near the ceiling a long moment, and then very slowly dips down lower. She stays well out of Nicolas' reach - not trusting him even one bit, never trusting a werewolf - but coming a little closer.

Hesitantly, cautiously, with fear giving way to nervous curiosity, she asks: ]

What's...wrong with her? Why did that happen to her?

[unwiseheart]

[ There's a surge of anger when Saya gets by him, heading for the garage doors, how dare she ignore him, but that's the underlaying rage talking. Nicolas pushes it aside as he turns to follow, poised to leap on her, when the spider bursts apart into more spiders, eventually back into the human Saya had been before.

He stops, frozen for a few seconds, waiting, but nothing more comes.

He can relax, though he doesn't change back, not yet. It's always been a tiring feat for him, to jump between forms too quickly. An ear does twitch towards the hummingbird, even as he looks around the garage until he spots a blanket typically used for pulling over one vehicle or another.

He'll get that before answering, draping it across Saya once he has it. ]

This is what she always was, only she never knew.

[ The voice is purely mental, his jaws and teeth no longer the right shape to properly speak. ]

[instars]

[She looks up at him, at the monster above her, and she knows she should feel fear, she should be scared.

Her scent - the scent of the girl that she was - is fading quickly, dissipating, only remaining on the things she touched. She stares at him and then at the hummingbird, and she looks down at her hands.]

I'm hungry.

[She says it a little more firmly. She moves under the blanket, pulls it up over her shoulders, and reaches for a tool; something lying around.

And she gashes her hand open.

Her blood is blue.

She looks up at the both of them.]

I'm not like you.

What am I?

[That's curiosity speaking.]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty jerks away in surprise when a voice sounds in her head - and jerks away in surprise a second time when Saya cuts herself and bleeds wrong. This is too fucking weird for her. This is too fucking weird. She just wants to get the hell out of here, right now, before more spiders get vomited on her.

But, instead, to the werewolf: ]

Can she hear you? Do I need to...translate?

[unwiseheart]

[ It's just a matter of expanding his range. This close, it isn't such a stretch. To Kitty, he shakes his head, a negative, then looks down at Saya. He holds up a great, wickedly clawed hand, palm out, as if gesturing for her to hold, stop, at the sight of the blood. ]

Don't do that, [ This time he's projecting to both. ] You're right. You aren't like me. You won't heal like me, either, so please put that down.

[ As for what, well... ]

I can explain, but first, you're going to need blood.

[instars]

[She stares at him again.]

Why do you smell so strongly?

Is it because you're a wolf?

[She looks down at her hands again. The hunger is getting distracting, making it hard to focus.]

Blood. Is that what I eat now? Human blood?

Because I'm hungry. I can smell-

[Well, no. She can only smell him. And it does not smell appetizing.]

[rathercommon]

[ The question of human blood makes Kitty draw away to the opposite side of the room, ready to get further out of reach if necessary. It's very easy to imagine this turning into the werewolf making a grab for her and taking her human blood. But she doesn't flee altogether, either, because...well. If she can help Saya...She might be a terrifying spider-woman, but she's not going to run away. ]

What sort of blood does she need?

[unwiseheart]

So many questions... [ Though hadn't Saya always been a little on the inquisitive side? He thinks so, even if the memory is faint. Nicolas turns his big wolf-ish head towards where Kitty fled to, tracking the tiny bird's movements. ] Go upstairs, check the fridge. Every part of it.

[ He can only hope the older Saya left something somewhere, in reserve. ]

[instars]

[Yes. And her curiosity is amplified by this.

There are a couple of flasks - dark, and glass, and covered, way in the back of the fridge upstairs. They're not labeled, and the blood is thicker than it should be, because Saya bought some liver and pureed it up to add extra texture. Yuuuumm. Delicious.

But this Saya is looking around still, her eyes wide, and flicking from blue to brown to blue.]

Why can I hear you?

[rathercommon]

Um - Yeah. Okay.

[ Kitty hesitates a moment. Then she comes down from the beam where she's landed and hovers in front of Nicolas' face and says ferociously to him: ]

If you try anything while I'm gone, if you think about hurting her, I'm going to turn into a tiger and bloody maul you to death. Understand?

[ And then she zips away, into the apartment upstairs, for the blood. ]

[unwiseheart]

[ He's being threatened by a hummingbird...... ]

Of course, [ He replies to said tiny, itty bitty, little bird blandly, lowering his head so his nose is pointing towards the floor. He watches her zip off, then turns his attention back down to Saya. ] You can hear me because it's a trick that I know, speaking to minds.

[instars]

I didn't know wolves were so smart.

[SHE'S BEEN A SPIDER FIVE MINUTES AND SHE'S ALREADY THROWING SHADE.

She stands up, though, wrapping the blanket around her. It feels different. Strange. Her body feels right and at the same time, something is weird.

She takes a step, one, two, her feet almost flat on the floor. She can feel all the vibrations in the building, pulsing up through her feet.]

Why me?

[unwiseheart]

[ It must be natural to be a jerk to the werewolves. Who knew. He'll just... ignore that, even if it does leave him wrinkling his nose a tiny bit. ]

It's genetic, in a way. [ Going into spirits and the spirit world is going to have to be a bigger discussion, if people are stuck as they are here, now. ] Someone you are related to was an Ananasi. It could be your father, your mother, or even someone farther back. Whoever it was, they passed it on to you.

[instars]

Ananasi.

[She's never heard that word before. She thinks about it.]

My mother, then.

[Her father is so boring. It couldn't possibly be him.]

[unwiseheart]

Or her mother, or her mother's mother.

[ Generations get skipped, to the point the line is entirely forgotten. It wouldn't be the first time he's seen it, he doubts it'll be the last. Again, though, he's applying Garou logic to an incredibly alien Changing Breed. ]

Today In things my inbox ate

[instars]

My mother abandoned me.

[She says it very blankly, without emotion.]

Did she know I would do this?

[unwiseheart]

I-- [ There's some hesitation, which is something he simply hasn't shown at all, not at this age. The spiders, though. He doesn't know how it works for them, but "I don't know" isn't very comforting. ] She may have, she may have not. Not all children breed true.

[ He flicks an ear, looking back towards where Kitty had flown off to. ]

[rathercommon]

[ And as though on cue, Kitty comes thundering down the stairs, stomping way way too loudly for a ninety-five pound girl wearing trainers. Teenagers. She's anxious and high strung and more than a little creeped out by the packets of blood she's carrying in her hands. ]

Here. I - I brought these. These are what she needs, right?

[instars]

[The smell of Kitty - or the blood - make her look up. Her eyes are wide and blue and she looks so innocent. Like there isn't something truly monstrous under her skin.]

Oh.

[She reaches for it.]

Do I just drink?

[unwiseheart]

[ At this point, he's just going to hope Saya won't freak out or try to eat anyone again. The massive werewolf hefts himself up to stand, briefly straightening to his full nine foot height, and then gives himself and his dark fur coat a great shake. Again, transformation is not pretty, but it's blessedly quick, leaving Nicolas in a human form again.

Ruffled, sure, but no one would have known he'd been anything else five second ago had they only now arrived. ]

Yes, those are them, and I should think so. It is a liquid.

[ Well, mostly. Maybe a slurry. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty shrinks back uncomfortably when the werewolf stands up - blimey, he's huge, and scary as anything, really, and she's never known a kind werewolf - she thinks - but relaxes when he turns human again. ]

Here.

[ She holds the blood out to him, her weight shifted so she can run away in a hurry if need be. ]

[instars]

[She watches the exchange, her eyes fixed on the blood. She wants it. Her mouth opens and something akin to fangs just slip out, and then are back in her mouth.

She reaches up.]

Give it to me.

[unwiseheart]

[ And he will take them, carefully, no sudden movements. It's obvious that Kitty is scared, so he won't give her a reason to bolt. Then, he passes one over to Saya. One and only one. ]

Once your done with that one, maybe you should consider going upstairs and changing.

[ Because they're all standing in a technically still open garage with one teenage girl wearing only a car cover... so... yeah.]