Name: Jovan Mar HawthorneAge: 16Appearance: Of average height and build, Jovan sports honey-blonde hair when not in her animal form. Her usual outfit is usually composed of loose-fitting long-sleeved articles, jeans, and black boots. Her animal form is that of a cat with white fur splotched with orange, retaining hazel-colored eyes that her human form has as well.(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
In all honesty, Jovan couldn't remember how she got into a scuffle that left a bleeding wound on her head. Had it been a fight? Had she caused it or was she simply caught up? She could barely fathom what had been happening so she simply gave into her flight instincts and left the scene in the fastest way possible - by shifting into the smaller and swifter form of that of cat.When she found herself on gravel road deep in the woods, Jovan was barely clinging on to consciousness. She did her best to hold on but the waters of unconsciousness proved too strong for her to fight. In the end, the waves won, washing over her until she collapsed in the middle of the road, still in her animal form as the night grew older.
Jovan barely felt the pressure against neck, a gentle touch that both alarmed her and reassured her. And were those lights that she saw in the distance? Two bright lights - they both blinded her and at the same time made everything sharper, much clearer. Her eyelids fluttered open for a split second before they shut tightly again, the throbbing in her head proving too strong for her to fight against.She felt her head being lifted from the ground and something being wrapped around it. If she could, she would wince as she felt the... fabric? It had to be some sort of fabric. As the fabric wrapped around her head, more and more of her worries began to slip away. This was help, wasn't it? It had to be, it felt like it.There was a sensation of floating before Jovan realized that it was her body being lifted from the ground. She slipped back into oblivion for a moment before coming back, and finding herself surrounded by warm clothing. Blankets? Were those blankets? It didn't really matter to her at that point because everything that had just happened spelled safe. She began to purr in comfort, hoping that it would quicken the process of healing her wound.And whoever it was that had the heart to save her from the middle of that gravel road... well. Jovan made a silent note about her savior, barely recalling seeing a girl with silver hair and pale skin.
Jovan was no longer rational. All she could think off was the movement beneath her, rolling silently as she snuggled against the blankets. She didn't want to wake up, in all honesty. When she opened her eyes, everything ached and eyesight was far from clear. It was all a muddled mess that matched her muddled mind.And then the movement stopped - everything became still. Jovan felt the floating sensation again, the feeling of being carried. As a cat, she had known more pleasures than this one, being able to jump off high places and such. But the moment, she savored being carried by a human (if a fellow shapeshifter had seen her at such a state, she would be teased till the end of her days).She felt herself be placed onto another nest of blankets, this one softer and the environment brighter. Jovan immediately snuggled against the blankets, the buzzing in her head still present as she did her best to ignore it.
There were words that were said but when Jovan heard them, it was as if she were underwater and the words were unclear. Soon, she let herself slip back into that dark oblivion, head rested against the blankets. It wasn't long before dreams began to haunt her sleep, of her running through the woods up until the gravel road, only she wasn't in her cat form but in her human form. It was a troubling dream, to say the least, but she remembered none of it when she woke up.She stretched out her limbs out on the blankets until she realized that she had slept through the night in her cat form. Gradually, in bits and pieces, the night's events came back to her. She'd gotten into a fight, she got injured, someone took her away to care for her... Ignoring the light pressure behind her eyes, Jovan took a drink from the bowl before shifting back to her human form. Left in her undergarments, she covered herself with the blankets that had served as her nest for the night. Only then did she scrutinize her surroundings - shades of red and black decorated the room, a luxurious space that surely belonged to someone rich.She reached for her head, where the bandages had fallen off after she'd shifted back, and winced when she touched the wound. Quietly, Jovan debated whether to wait for her rescuer to enter the room or to search for them herself.
Jovan didn't notice the lump on the bed, she honestly didn't. So when the alarm went off, she automatically crouched low on the floor, forgetting for a second that she was no longer in her animal form. She almost scolded herself out loud but she bit her tongue. Feeling ridiculous, she raised her head to see the person that occupied the bed and saw a girl with spiky, silver hair with a scar on her face.The girl jumped back and Jovan mirrored her without realizing so, and she spotted the girl's hand reaching into her drawer for something. Jovan cursed in her head with a deep intake of breath. One of her hands tightened their clutch on the blankets that covered her while she raised the other one in a show of surrender - or, more likely, that she meant this girl no one. She quickly searched for the right words that could serve as an explanation. "Wait, wait! I'm the cat!" she said. "You rescued me last night, it's me. I don't mean you any harm."
Jovan could practically see the gears turning in the girl's head as she waited for her reaction. She still had the wound on her head - shouldn't that be enough proof that she was the same cat she brought home last night?She listened to the girl's reasoning and gave a single nod of her head, her eyebrows knitting as she comprehended her words. "Fair enough," Jovan answered. It looked like that there was only way to convince the other that she speaking the truth.With a deep breath, Jovan began to focus on the image of her cat form in her mind. Slowly, she felt the hair on her skin elongate and turn to thick fur, her form growing smaller and smaller until she was the size of a feline. Her eyesight sharpened and the rest of her senses heightened. Soon, she was on all fours. Jovan looked around the blankets that had fallen around her before she looked up and gave the girl a meow. Convinced yet?
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