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Well to put it simply she hadn't a clue as to what was happening. One moment she was wallowing in the toxic pools in the wastelands, hazardous miasma rising out like a sauna and the air tinged odd shades by the nuclear wreckage scattered around. Then without warning a rather familiar creature had swept her up, in no manner was this a prince sweeping up a princess the handling was rather rough as if she was some sort of overnight delivery package racing across a country.

Yet that was only the start of it sadly for the journey ahead would be rather harsh, so much that over time she had slid back into her animalistic form. Recently that little creature on her brain had been acting up, the demon seemed to had grown stronger- which was to be expected as it fed off energies of those tortured and with negative feelings. Both were plentiful around the dessert named female. So the 'luggage' who had been relaxing in the hotsprings of horrific chemicals had been torn away from its plane of existence into surreality.

Oh and was there pain.

The shredding of limbs and reformatting of nerve pathways as her physical body was broken down, reconstructed the limbs torn apart in silenced screams for the moment seeming like forever was merely a few seconds, Shuddering lashes of pain wrought her spine with sensations felt only by those who were being frozen and reheated at a speed that ones brain could not comprehend the ghastly torment that she was going through. Fur peeled back as her bones crumbled to dust, her skeleton reforming into something that was distressingly similar to one that many had been traumatized by before. From under the soft white fur the matt ebony of an exoskeleton formed, struck through in several places by the brightest neon blue as if lightening had left its mark.

It was odd indeed, for as a being of surreality she would have no true form, being able to change it at will. as ambrosia was being reborn as one of these dreamweavers her subconscious mind still influenced by the demonic parasite had taken its ungodly form.

Physically her nerves were still sending the signals of pain towards her brain, yet it wasn't really her brain anymore. It was just the brain of the body she had chosen, her conscious, her, was the only thing in her future that would remain constant. The magic within her contorting and changing to adapt to her new powers as one of the 'nightmare' beings of surreality. Time was not something she could tell here, yet with time she could feel her body adapting to the new adaptations. It wasn't quite a mutation, after all a mutation didn't change your species, and she was very much a different species now. "Alwe- fancy explaining this?" voice distorted as she- it? spoke. She'd just been bathing in a nice little sauna before being hauled away, forced through a painful transformation with no chance to decline. There likely would be benefits, which of course she was rearing to try out yet perhaps there was a half decent explanation as to why she was an over sized centipede.

now wasn't that something, a grin had formed across the other dreamweavers face, it was one she was familiar with yet normally it was directed at those she was stripping skin from. not ambrosia herself, yet there was something lavish and sweet about what their new relationship might evolve into. the voice was a little, too soft, as if she were speaking to a young or injured animal. neither of which she was, she hoped that at least, yet an outsider might have another opinion as she had definitely been injured before and during the rebirth process, and it was exactly that, rebirth. making her not just injured but also young, perhaps she deserved the cooing sounds yet that didn't mean she had to like it.

had she been human her sharpened canine would have slid across her lip in a grin yet there were few ways to express ones self as a centipede. alwe liked it, and it suited her. the expression across the dreamweavers face was one of inquisitation, yet the words leaving her mouth held more value to ambrosia. so the creature which she held a surprising amount of respect for had been found, the agents which had been mentioned once or twice had caught up to the dreamweaver.

which all made sense, the words seemed truthful and sincere, yet as the hand reached put she slunk back by a hair or two. the first words holding a slight chill before they melded into a more honeyed tone, "i see, however despite my current appearance i am neither luggage nor pet. since you were so thoughtful to bring me here to - heal, im sure you can be mindful enough not to be presumptuous about my status." would it be taken well? of course ambrosia was glad that she had been rescued from the danger yet at the same time there was nothing else she'd expect. after all it was most important to look after her life, and preserve it- preserve ambrosia at all costs.

now all of the menial thanks were out the way she moved forward as if to allow the petting, "what have I become, and what happens now" was she similar to alwe, or perhaps the same. yet that would mean that those agents were not after just alwe but also herself. was traversing and skipping around worlds so easily done, perhaps there was a nice new one to settle down in. pity though, that last place had been quite the amusement.