My Dearest Etni

~Mental deformities greatly outweighed those which lay visible to the human eye. So as judgmental as one may seem, peer into their own soul, and reap the satisfaction it brings you. This will allow your true ruling, it will tell you what to cast upon their helpless immortal soul. For you are Death, Ayden. Raw and unhindered. Never let your duty slip past you.~

The wretched leathery skin of a woman stood small in front of him. Ayden`s neck craned to eye her as a soft smile passed his lips. Yes he adored this withered gremlin, because for this form, held only miniscule of her true beauty. Her eyes sparkled up at him, the amber there unmistakable after her many forms. A stagnant bog filled the air with a thick waft of moss and toad. This was their home together, and he knew the yells and shouts as he announced his plans.

"You what?"Her tiny voice shrieked, the stretch of her vocal chords cracking in a high pitched manner as her hands clenched tightly in bluish white fists at each respective side.

"I plan to leave" He replied in a soft Irish accent. Ayden tried sweetly to caress her with his words, knowing in this manner, weak and frail, she could not leave the woods she knew well.

"You can`t leave me Ni Ni! I am weak and small..." She protested and she threw her fist outward. The small changeling was trying to show the ugly viscosity her skin had taken in the damp climate. The sun would shrivel her frail pallor, and surely make her ill with sudden waste. Each thought was pressed back as that childhood nickname kissed his drums.

"Baby- I will come back for you. When your bones are strong and your skin pliable. Then we can make a place for ourselves within the walls of that City."

Throwing her weight, the mere sixty pounds that was left, she willed a scream past her throat and pounded her fists into the stomach of her brother, her only kin. Repeatedly she shouted at him, curses filled with Gaelic and hatred. He sensed she was scared, but nothing predatory came this deep into the bog, and the troupe she ran with, filled with the very same children awaiting their chance at life; could help her stow safely until he could return.

"Onions will keep you safe, He loves you almost as much as I. Calm down.." He chided as the blue eye waned over the image that tugged his being.

When you exist for someone, and solely that person. It is hard to leave, even with the promise you will persevere and return for them. Etni was a smart girl and knew very well it would work out, but within the gray matter that deprived her thoughts, she knew somewhere that when he returned she would not be the same. The changeling lifted her hands from his chest, the small calcium deprived structures aching with protest. Even still she lifted them to her face, slowly closing her fingers in to her mouth, past the decayed teeth that set deep in her skull. Her brother watched silently, the scene to manifest before his eyes something that held none a memory to weak at the stomach.
A quick shift and she started to pull and mold her skin, the bones contorting in vivid cracks that ached through her body. Thumbs pushed into the jelly that formed her eyes, placing them higher onto her skull. It was a contorting act in where she could mold her body to the image she wished, but for now, she worked at forcing the bones of her skull into place of the face that suited her.

A muffled cry raped her lips as they slowly tore and gave way. Gaping flesh seemed to peel itself apart as her hands worked meticulously at arranging each puzzle piece as she wished to the next. Without a mirror or pond to peer in, she started to second guess the work. Unable to go back with a half transmuted face she continued, crying out as she forced her jaw into a more broad and lady like position. The last resounding pop forced past her skull, and the pads of her digits washed over the now ivory skin, in hopes of painting it back to a proper place. Etni ended at her lips, tasting of her flesh with a pert pink tongue. She had done it. Hopefully her body would allow this face to stay...

Ayden was quiet. Her image was beautiful until the neck had lend way to the flat ribcage that served as a home to her organs. She still had much way to go on her body, but he could not stay for this part. Kneeling to her level he smiled, eyes full of affection for the brave act she allowed him to see. It was art, as she sculpted her body into a mold of the woman he knew as his sister.

"Thankyou for feeling my pain, Etni." The face clutched him hard, for he had not seen it in years. Unable to hold back, he pulled the creature into a hug. She giggled and he knew his sister had returned, even if the soul was not the same.