#r;ava

[simplyxredundant-blog]

@vnderwxrldskeeper

Ava once again awoke with the blood of a stranger staining her small lips. The smell and taste was disgustingly familiar to her. She sat up, partially slumped against the wall as she began to hyperventilate, looking down at her shaking blood stained fingers as she began to sob. Only this time, something was different. Izzy was fighting to take over her body again. Ava’s second personality was quite stronger than her and even as Ava tried hard to keep her away, she found it difficult and she grunted in pain. Yes. It took a lot out of her just trying to contain Izzy. Ava suddenly noticed movement and glanced up, seeing someone familiar before grunting in between her words. 

“I- swear it wa-- wasn’t me. It’s Izzy.. P...please get out of here.. sh- ah! She’s too strong to keep in..”

[demonsxrebel]

The Transition || Open

Ava --> Izzy

It was another morning and though it was raining out, Ava felt a sense of happiness. She had just gained her new human form and now, it felt so different. The rain on her skin was much different than rain on her fur. It didn’t feel completely different and she wasn’t getting completely muddy from walking on the ground. She had shoes to protect her feet and everything was amazing.

She sat in the forest, watching the raindrops hitting the river water and she sighed softly. 

It was then when Izzy began to scratch away at Ava’s mind. She was determined to get out. She wanted to experience the new human form as well and she was oh so hungry. Ava doubled over in pain before hearing a crunch behind her. She glanced back in horror, a hand at her temple.

“R-Run.... please.” She begged. The last thing she wanted was for some innocent bystander to be there if Izzy escaped and it sure felt like Izzy was succeeding. Ava yelped in pain, falling to her knees. It was crazy how fast her evening was changing. Izzy had probably saved her strength for this.

Suddenly, Ava began to scream from the excruciating pain, her hair beginning to change from an almond brown to pitch black, her eyes brown with a hint of red in them. Eventually, the screaming stopped all so suddenly and the girl was hunched over on the ground. 

As she rose, she rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck a little with a small chuckle, turning to face the person with an evil smirk. She heard the words who are you? and she chuckled darkly, tilting her head.

“Name’s Izzy.”