51st Autumn, 505 Iskessah awoke when she noticed herself feeling a tad cold. Before she even raised her head, she could sense the problem: the fire in the hearth was going out. This was unacceptable. She slithered down from the bed...the bed which has so recently been her master's (her mind filled with bitterness at the thought, and the grim satisfaction that she had finally had her revenge). The smashed remains of her cage were still strewn about the opposite wall. She would have to get rid of those eventually, but she was putting off actually leaving this house. For the past sixty years or so, she had seen nothing but these four walls, and she was a little afraid of what lay outside... She initiated the shift into her human form, reveling in the soft crunch of her bones and muscles rearranging themselves. She stretched her naked human form and placed a log from the nearly-depleted pile delicately onto the fire, not wanting what few embers were left to go out before they could light the new fuel. She basked in front of the glowing coals for a few moments, but then she reluctantly turned away and donned the simple clothing her master has left behind. She would go outside today. There was no more putting it off. She was running out of firewood, which would make staying mildly uncomfortable (the hearth had only existed to keep Iskessah warm, and her master had not been kind enough to keep it burning constantly, so she knew that the natural temperature of her little abode was annoyingly just below comfortable. The other problem was that she had started to feel hungry. It had been several days since she had consumed the first decent meal she'd had since capture - her master's body - and she had long since digested it. Across the room from the fireplace, the now-human-looking woman stood before the door, her hand extended toward the door handle. But she couldn't quite bring herself to turn it. This was too big, she wasn't ready! Do you want to just starve in here then? Before arguing with herself could go any further, there was a sharp knock at the door. Iskessah nearly jumped out of her skin, but she composed herself as quickly as possible and used this escuse to open the door before she could change her mind. |