What The Hell Is A Nyo-tai Ka, Anyways!? (Character Development|Open to all Nox Animus)

It had been about a week since Aaron had left Noximus to train some more. He had however spent most of this time evading capture by more hunter's and assassin's that held contracts under his Sealed of Hunter. What time he hadn't spent evading and fighting off attackers was spent sleeping. He was at least grateful to have managed to get his usual ten hours of sleep each day. Though the Monster found himself being more grateful to have finally returned to what he now called his home. He had even had an interesting encounter. He had met a strange merchant who was selling elixir's of all sorts on the cheap. Aaron not being the brightest around hadn't thought it strange. Though, he had yet to take the elixir he had bought. Soon he would reach his rather large home.

He gave a sigh of relief as he passed through it's threshold and headed straight for his room. On the way to his bedroom he had flicked off his shoes which slapped against the wall loudly. He had forgotten restrain his strength during this action, thus leaving his shoes impaled within the cobbled stone wall. He paid this bit of destruction no mind as he simply continued to strip off his clothes on his way to bed. The next item to go was his Diawolf's Salvation armor which slammed upon the ground forging a sizable crater. A few seconds after this came his hoodie and t-shirt which landed upon the edge of the crater left by his armor. He finally made it to the entrance to his room as he was working his way out of his pants. He grumbled some as he paced across his room towards his bed.

Aaron gave a sigh of relief as he fell back onto his bed. He would raise his right arm into the air, his index and middle finger pinched upon the string attached to the vial containing the elixir. The fluid was a pink-ish hue. Not his favorite of colors but he could live with. “I wonder what the hell a Nyo-tai Ka is anyways. . .” He pondered to himself before sitting up. He popped off the lid to the glass vial and chugged down the fluid inside. He shuddered at the taste, it was horridly bitter and tasted like it was probably expired. It was times like these that he hated having overall enhanced senses, even his sense of taste being beyond that of a humans. He soon didn't have time to ponder it any further as he was hit by a sudden wave of narcolepsy. The youth falling back snoring loudly. It would be a few hours before he finally woke up. . .

Nearly three hours later Aaron would finally end up waking up. At first he didn't really take notice of the changes his body had undergone during his slumber. That was until he climbed out of bed and staggered over to the mirror hanging on the wall opposite the bed. His staggering being caused by his boxers falling down his legs. Aaron falling forth face first onto the ground in front of where the mirror was located, this fall causing him/her to scream a bit, a lighter, much softer voice then his own voice releasing a simplistic “Kyaa.”

It wasn't until she sat up that she had finally realized the changes that his body had endured during his slumber. The first change she noticed was the additional weight upon her chest. She stared down at her chest in disbelief, her upper torso having transformed into a set of moderate C cup breasts. Her face stained red as she blushed, reaching up with her now smaller, more feminine hands she would take hold of the supple mounds of flesh and squeeze them playfully. “H-Holy crap. Th-They're friggin' real. Wa-Wait, that doesn't mean “it” is also gone, does it?” She questioned herself in her new voice. Her right hand moving from her right breast down her smooth yet toned stomach down to her pubic bone. Her face one more going blood red as she became flustered by the realization she no longer had the usual genitalia, instead now possessing the expected genitalia of the opposite gender, or in this case, current gender.

Aaron felt her mind begin to race around in circles. She was trying to make sense of it, but only found herself becoming incredibly confused. “I don't get it. How did this happen?”She kept trying to make sense of the situation, her brain quickly overloading, this causing comical streams of steam to flow from her ear's as she felt backwards pouting childishly. “No fair. This is too complex for me to understand. Maybe I'm an idiot.” She said before sitting up, her hands now clutching the sides of her head before she smacked his head against the wall. The wall bursting from the produced force, the mirror falling off of the wall and cracking Aaron over the head. She was too frustrated to even care that she had just technically hit herself over the head with her own mirror.

Aaron having now given up on trying to make any sense of her current circumstances climbed off of the floor. Her right arm rising up so it was now supporting the new weight of her breasts. She walked towards her closet. Her brow furrowing some before she smacked her forehead and sighed. “This might be a problem. I don't think any of my clothes will fit me now.” She said as she ripped through the massive messy pile of clothes. She sighed some in defeat as she grabbed a black sleeve-less shirt and pulled it over her head, slipping her arms through their respective holes. She seemed to struggle some when it same to tugging the normally form-fitting shirt over her breasts. Luckily the shirt was a snug enough fit that would at least reduce the jiggling of her breasts to a degree, albeit a very slight one. She would then grab a pair of baggy pants and pull them up her smooth shapely legs. She pouted when despite having been buttoned and ripped the pants simply hung lazily off of her hips clearly about the fall. She held the pants up with her left hand as she sifted through the pile of clothes with his right. Soon she had found just the items she needed. A gray waist-wrap trimming along all of the edges by thick tiger-like fur. This garment soon finding it's way around her waist, its belt-like attachment being strung through the loops on her pants and fastened just enough to make the pants a snug fit. She then stumbled over to her bed, dropping back onto it she would roll up the pant legs of her pants a few inches.

Aaron simply kept pouting as she swung herself up off the bed and left her room. She figured it might not kill her to at least seek some help from her fellow Nox Animus members. It would be with this resolve that she left he house and began the five minute walk towards the guild mansion. Soon she would be filled with a nervous feeling. She hadn't really given any thought to how she could explain this sort of thing to the others. It took a few minutes before she finally brushed aside these nervous feelings and pushed open the doors to the guild hall. She quickly passed through the threshold only to be left dumbfounded with no idea what to even say, which was odd for the usually flamboyant mage.

Aaron was still in daze when she was approached by a member of the guild. If she remembered correctly this male was called Indar. She blushed some, giving a childish pout at having her forehead poked. When she heard the question the other had asked the index finger of her right hand found its way to her lips. She pursed them some, her cheeks puffing out a bit as she tried to recall her own name. Her mind soon overloaded leading to steam comically flowing from her ear's, her eyes seeming to spin as she fell backwards. Aaron lay upon the ground staring up at Indar, a frown playing upon her features. "I forgot it. Maybe I'm an idiot, ya' know?" She asked as she sat up.

Aaron pouting some as she kept trying to remember her name only to draw blank once more. A few minutes of this utter stupidity went on as kept on mauling over the question. She soon remembered it, her right hand curling into a loose fist which was tapped upon her head. "Awh. I know. I know. I think it was Aa. . . Aaron. Or was it Arrianna?" She spoke in a light tone that would be somewhat hard to hear unless one had augmented hearing. She seemed to pout some as she pulled herself off of the ground. She was soon distracted by her shirt, it had shifted some during her fall and she was now left tugging at it.

She didn't seem the least bit bother by a slightly indecent manner of dress. She had a feeling that she would soon need do some sort of shopping, if only to buy some better fitting clothes. She was quick to forget these thoughts as her attention returned to the male before her. She smiled some and gave a light bow. Not one to show respect for another, more so the kind of bow one would expect as a wordless greeting. "Your name is Indy, right?" She asked out of confusion. She seemed to be incredibly air-headed, indefinitely dim-witted.

Aaron grinned childishly as the drink was placed before her. She quickly, in one fluid motion downed the rum her cheeks seeming to redden some, albeit only slightly. She sighed happily at the burning sensation in her throat. To most the burning sensation was the worst part, to the female it felt great, it perked her right up. She peered over at the male, a mischievous smile playing upon her features as her eye's seemed to shine in the lighting within the guildhall. She leaned in close, her face now inches away from his face. “I think so. . . .” She said as she pointed at the mark on her right shoulder, said mark being in the same position as Aaron's was. “Not sure. I want more.” She said quickly as if dodging the question. In truth, she really didn't know the answer and was just tired of trying to think of answers.

Aaron blinked a few times out of confusion as another male sat down next to her opposite of where Indar was sitting. Her eyes lit up with joy when he willingly gave his drink to her. She didn't even bother to thank him as she quickly downed the drink. The reddened shade upon her cheeks darkening some with the consumption of the whiskey. Unlike before, when she had downed the other drink, the burn left by this one seemed to hit her in an unsavory manner. The female shuddering some as her throat was set ablaze. What happened next would surely strike the two males as odd, she had burped and instead of noise escaping alone, it was accompanied by a strange red and black haze which seemed to flow from her maw. She simply giggled at this and excitedly downed the two drinks that followed. Her cheeks now burning a deep red as she shuddered from the burning sensation in her throat. The whiskey providing a much harsher burning sensation than the rum she had been given. She was once more asked that question. The one she didn't know the answer to. She pouted some, falling to the side her head would land in Indar's lap. She would grin drunkenly upon at him as she said, “Indy. What's my name?”