forum Choose your character! (1/1)

Started April 07, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Chrys looks at him, biting his lip.

He keeps his eyes closed, his hands going to his neck.

Chrys sighs, playing with Rodya’s hair. “How are you feeling…”

Rodya looks at him, “I-. . .” He rubs his throat, “H-Horrible. . .” He rasps.

Chrys nods, “I figured…” He sighs, “I brought you some ice to chew on while you’re turning…it might help with any mouth pain…”

Rodya nods slightly, going silent.

Chrys sighs softly, taking Rodya’s hand.

Rodya leans into him.

Chrys sighs, nuzzling close. “You’ll start feeling discomfort in your mouth…then it will immediately shoot through the rest of your body…you’ll feel cold…and hot all at the same time…”

He nods, whimpering, his hand going to his mouth.

Chrys sighs, giving him some ice. “Here…”

Rodya puts it into his mouth, biting his lower lip slightly and leaning into him more.

Chrys holds him close, nuzzling into him. “The pain you’ll feel soon is mainly your soul and mind changing…but it’s also your physical body changing. Your muscles are instantly getting stronger and more durable…and you’ll soon grow an intolerance to pure silver…” He sighs, “the pain also comes from your body adapting to surviving on blood…you’ll feel hungry a few minutes after you change.”

Rodya whimpers, nodding slightly.

Chrys kisses his temple, holding him protectively.

Rodya plants, his eyes glazing with the pain and he grip onto Chrys, closing his eyes.

Chrys bites his lip, holding Rodya close.

Rodya whines, his body tensing.

Chrys sucks in a breath, “Here we go…”

Rodya whimpers, his hands going to his mouth.

Chrys nuzzles into him. “Shhh…it’s okay if you need to scream…no one will hear…”

Rodya pants, looking at him.

Chrys kisses his cheek. “It’s okay…”

“I-It. . . Hurts-“ He groans softly.

Chrys nods, “I know…it’ll last for about 30 minutes…maybe less…but the pain makes it feel longer…”

He grips onto him, panting heavily.

Chrys holds him closer, humming softly.

Rodya closes his eyes, whining softly.

Chrys keeps playing with his hair, humming a soft tune. “You’re lucky you were able to take the pain killers…” He mutters.

He looks at Chrys.