Born to human parents, raised in a human house, and living around humans all her life, Casey thought that she was human. What else could she be?
Casey grew up in northern Michigan, and as the only child to two parents who were desperate for a kid. iT was easy to say that she was spoiled. She got what she wanted, she had much more than she needed, and she was greedy. But her parents gave in to her every demand without a second thought. She wanted a computer--she got a computer. She wanted a new doll--she got a new doll. She wanted more ice cream for dessert--well, her parents did put up some guidelines. Her room was full of toys and games, stuffed animals and coloring books. Though Casey was clearly privileged and spoiled, her parents loved her, and she loved them more than anything else.
In school, Casey had several friends who she would hang out with, many of them staying her friends well into high school. Parties, dances, sleep overs--it was everything Casey had hoped for and more. Considered one of the "popular girls," Casey spent a lot of time hanging out and having fun, enjoying all the attention she was getting. She couldn't have been happier with how her life was going.
A few weeks after her seventeenth birthday, Casey woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. Every bone in her body felt like it was breaking, her muscles felt like they were being ripped apart fiber by fiber. When she screamed in pain, desperate for help, the sound that came out of her mouth was an animalistic shriek. She screamed again, and the same sound came out. Her parents rushed into her room moments later, her father holding a bat. Her mother screamed, her father just stood there and stared.
That's when she finally noticed it--looking down at herself to try and see where the pain was coming from, Casey saw red and white fur, followed by a dark snout. Further down her body she saw whiskers and canine legs and a long, bushy tail. She wasn't...she wasn't human anymore. She was...a fox.
Casey can't remember anything after that, she must have passed out. When she woke up again, it was light out, probably midday, and she felt absolutely famished. Her mouth was dry as she sat up in her bed, a raging headache pounding at the back of her skull. Her pajamas must have been somewhere under her covers, because she wasn't wearing them anymore, but she didn't notice. Getting out of bed proved to be more difficult than she had intended--everything was spinning, every part of her was sore--but she managed to get to the door on wobbly legs eventually. Her hand rested in the cool metal of the doorknob and gave it a sharp twist--only for it not to budge. Frowning, she tried it again, but it still seemed stuck. So she tried it again, gripping it tightly, and twisted. There was a popping sound, and then the door opened.
Still groggy and in pain, and so very hungry, Casey went to the kitchen, not noticing that the house looked ransacked on her way there. She consumed nearly everything in the fridge--left overs, fruit, a jar of peanut butter. She also downed half a gallon of milk, followed by three cans of pop. Finally, her hunger and thirst had been quenched, and she could--Wait, why was the house a mess? Had someone broken in?
"Mom? Dad?"
No answer. Casey ran to their bedroom--they weren't there. Their closets and dresser were wide open and empty, as was the safe in the wall where they kept most of their savings. All important documents were gone. All of the pictures on the walls--gone. Out the front door, their cars were gone. In the back yard, there was a smoking pile of ash in their firepit, which Casey ran to to investigate. Tiny bits of blackened or browned paper remained, along with metal pegs that were...from a photo album? Casey picked up one of the singed pieces of paper to examine it closer in her hands.
'Certification of live bir...'
The paper slipped from between her fingers, back into the firepit. Her birth certificate. Her parents had burned her birth certificate, likely along with any other sort of legal documents pertaining to her. They had locked her in her room, grabbed their things, and abandoned her. The memories from the previous night came rushing back to her in a painful flood--screaming, pain, fur, tail, legs, fox--
Casey wasn't human anymore. She was something else.
An abomination.
Casey kind of just...sat outside, naked, by the firepit, for hours. Her whole life was turned upside down in the worst way possible. Her parents had abandoned her, she could turn into a fox, she had no record of who she was. Of course, her town still knew about her, she still had friends, there was no way her parents had erased records of her digitally, but could she stay? Was she safe to be around? Would she turn into a beast at any moment?
That night, after sitting outside well after it had gotten dark, Casey made up her mind.
Casey went inside, ate the rest of the food in the fridge, then packed her bags. She stuffed a duffel bag with as much clothing as she could, dug through her sock drawer until she found an old leather wallet full of cash--containing her birthday and Christmas money, along with some that she might have stolen from her parents, which she in no way regretted now--and filled a backpack with boxes and cans of food from the cupboards. Putting on a baggy outfit, raincoat, and sneakers, Casey walked out of the front door of her childhood home, and never looked back.
The next few months basically consisted of Casey walking, stealing, hiding, and discovering just what she was. A lot of the time she slept outside, even in the cold of winter, incase she changed into a fox in her sleep again. And, actually, she did. But she didn't just turn into a fox--she became a cat, a poodle, a hawk, a squirrel--all while she slept. It took her a while to figure out how she could change while she was awake, and the more she changed while she was awake, the less she did while she was sleeping. It was also far less painful than the first time she had changed. Now it was just uncomfortable, not scream-worthy agony.
Stealing was something she wasn't proud of, but Casey had to eat, and she had to eat a lot. Apparently after her first change, something about her physiology had changed internally as well. She could burn off food as fast as she could eat it. She stole food from convienient stores and clothes from thrift stores, just enough to keep herself reasonably clean and fed. Sometimes she would actually make a purchase, if there was something she wanted that was too difficult to steal, or she just felt too bad about being a theif. She was already a monster, she didn't want to be a major criminal, too.
Eventually, she didn't much care about stealing anymore.
She didn't much care about anything.
Appearance:
Name: Casey May Evlin
{Face Claim: Luca Hollestelle}
Age: 23
Height: 5 Foot 4 Inches
Sexuality: Bi-Romantic, all sexual encounters have been tramatic up to this point, so she's unsure if she actually wants a sexual relation or not.
Hair Color: Natural Red and Curly (When taken care of, which it usually isn't)
Eye Color: Sea Green
Skin: Heavily Freckled
Clothing: Usually something dirty and ill-fitting, always stolen, rarely cleaned.
Casey's Forms:
Fox:
The form Casey takes most often is the one she turned into first, a red fox. It's warm in the winter, quick to move around in, and nearly everywhere. The form felt...coforting, for some reason, despite the tramatic start to her shiting life.
Cat:
A cat was easy to travel in as well, especially in cities. No one batted an eye at a stray cat, and if she acted cute to the right human, she might even get some food.
Hawk:
Casey was expecting it to be hard to teach herself how to fly, but it was surprisingly simple. Instinct took over immediately, and flying as a bird of prey gave her some sense of strength and freedom.
Mouse:
Tiger:
Crow:
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//I'm doing good and you?
//Thank you for the invite
[ Oh wow yeah that would be an energetic pup! Bassets are generally lazy but nothing stops that puppy energy lol ]
Once she was in the bathroom, Hazel did her best to be quiet so that the noise wouldn't disturb her guest. She carefully turned on the water, got undressed and took a nice bubble bath; an essential part of her evening routine. There was nothing better than slipping into the warm, fragrant water after a long day, and today had felt like centuries.
After about 20 minutes or so, she quietly got out, toweled off and changed into her nightgown and slippers. Next up was a small ritual that she liked to do. It was a similar to a prayer where she held a crystal in her palms and meditated on a wish for the following day. Her wish was simple: "Magic forces...please let Casey sleep well tonight; and give her a good day tomorrow. Let her feel comfortable and at peace."
She would then blow all her candles out and turn down the lights, save for the small bedside lamp. With Shadow curled up next to her in bed, Hazel would then read one of her books until her eyes were too tired to focus. It was now time to turn off the last remaining light and go to sleep.
Hazel slept soundly through the night, as she often did. When she first woke up and saw the light coming through her window, she almost forgot about Casey until everything from the day before came flooding back. Shadow was sitting at the door and meowing softly, an indication that he was hungry and ready for breakfast. Hazel glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost 8am. She only had a couple hours until her shift started.
"Okay, okay..." she said to Shadow as she got out of bed, yawned, and stretched. She slowly opened the door and tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as she could. If Casey was still asleep, she certainly didn't want to wake her. The young Witch wondered if she had been able to sleep well this night.
[ No worries at all, I haven't been online much anyway! Things are going well, she's a bit of a handful sometimes, but we lucked out in that she's kind of a lazy puppy lol ]
"Yes, of course. No problem," Hazel reassured with a smile. Indeed it had been a long day, and she wasn't even in bed yet. She still needed to have a bath and complete her nightly routine. She was glad that Casey didn't mind sleeping on the couch. Of course, if Hazel had known she was going to have someone staying with her she would have invested in a guest bed.
Upon hearing about the extra blanket, Hazel smiled warmly with a nod. "No problem. I'll be right back," she said before turning around and heading up the stairs to the hall closet. She had lots of towels and blankets in there (she liked to keep things comfy). She grabbed a nice, fluffy white one before bringing it back downstairs and gently placing it on the end of the couch.
Then, with a gentle twirl of her fingers; the light in the fireplace dimmed. It was still lit enough to provide warmth, but not so bright that it would keep Casey up. "If you need anything at any time, just ask. My bedroom is upstairs on the right. I hope you sleep well, Casey. I really do," she said with a sincere smile before turning away and joining Shadow on the stairs. "Goodnight!" she called out before heading into the bathroom and gently closing the door behind her.
[ Thank you!! Slight change of plans, we're getting her tomorrow now so I have time to reply again. But you won't hear from me for a while after today, thank you for the kind words! :) ]
Hazel had a feeling that trying to turn into a deer would be too much for her. She knew that, but she said it anyway. That was stupid of her; it probably made it sound like she didn't care about Casey's comfort. "Oh! Of course, that's okay...I'm sorry," she quickly apologized afterwards, hoping that the shifter wasn't mad at her now. With Hazel's experience, she wouldn't be surprised.
"Tomorrow, yes...if you want. Speaking of which, it's getting late. Are you okay with sleeping on the couch?" Casey already looked so comfy, wrapped up in the blanket; not to mention the warmth that was coming from the fireplace. "Is there anything else I can get you before I go upstairs?" Upon hearing this, Shadow perked up from his bed and made his way towards the staircase, as if knowing that Hazel would be going there too.
"Wow...incredible," was all Hazel could think to say right now. The sight had literally left her speechless; and little did she know there was still more to come! She watched as Casey the Rabbit hopped down onto the floor. At first Hazel thought she was going to walk around and explore the space in her new form.
Instead, she saw the light again and assumed she was going to turn back into a human. How surprised she was to now see a Raven in her living room! Her eyes lit up again, along with a big, beaming smile on her face. "Amazing!" she called as she watched Casey lift off and land on the back of the couch. Hazel enjoyed the soft, trilling noise she made and reached over to gently pet the feathers. Now that Hazel thought about it, she had never pet a bird before as they had always flown away.
The possibilities seemed truly endless, at least from where Hazel was sitting. Without even thinking she asked: "How about a deer?" Hazel loved deer, as they often visited her garden. However she didn't want Casey to over-exert herself. "Oh, only if you want to!" she quickly added, almost getting ahead of herself.
{ // Syn is one of those characters that can be thrown in literally any setting or environment. He's an avid wanderer and is quite the nosey individual. If he senses someone with an interesting degree of power, catches the scent of another fox or fox-like being, or just generally finds an individual somewhat intriguing, he'll stalk em and/or approach right on. He's not shy by any means.
He also hangs around the Sanctum Café IC chat a lot nowadays if we ever want to go down a more "casual banter" route. Suppose you can loosely say he works there xD
What sort of settings could your gal be found in? }
{// No problem at all, friend. Let me know if you want to write at some point. Syn needs for foxes to pester }
Hazel crossed her legs and placed her hands on her lap, waiting patiently for the transformation to begin. She hoped this wasn't putting any unecessary strain on Casey; and that she wasn't doing this simply because she asked her to. The young Witch was more curious than anything.
Her eyes widened as the glow emerged, seemingly covering her body completely. Hazel tried her best not to cringe when she heard the violent, bone snapping sounds. Oh goodness, was this painful for her? How could it not be? Now she felt bad. Hopefully it would be over soon. And then it seemed that there was nothing left but the clothes that Hazel had given her.
"...Casey?" Hazel asked, anxious and unsure. Soon, however, she saw the rabbit nose poking out from the neck of the sweater and a delighted squeal left her immediately. "Aww! You're adorable!" Hazel said in excitement. Her first instinct was to reach out and scoop the cute bunny up. However she had to stop herself and remember that this wasn't the same rabbit that would visit her garden from the wild. This was Casey; her new friend.
Instead, Hazel gently placed a hand on Casey's back and gave her a few, slow rubs across her fur. "Aw....so soft," she said with a smile, thinking about how amazing this is and what a miracle it was. Casey probably didn't think so, but what Hazel wouldn't give to be an animal, even just for a day! She would be free from all the rudeness and expectations from her fellow humans. Had Casey even thought about that? She wondered.
As Casey shared her experience, Hazel's gaze softened with sympathy and understanding. Well, no, that wasn't quite right. She could never truly understand, but she knew about panicking and doing something beyond her control. A similar incident happened the night she left home.
"I see, well...that's understandable, about not wanting to be prey, I mean." She nodded and stared back into the fireplace in thought. "I mean...if I was a shifter, I would want to be as high up on the food chain as possible." It was fascinating that Casey had a choice in the matter, but she couldn't shift into anything. Perhaps with enough practice she could, but Hazel wouldn't press it.
"I'm sorry..." she said quietly upon hearing about the tiger incident. Even without knowing all the details she knew it wasn't a pretty story. Even if Casey wanted to explain further, Hazel wasn't sure if she wanted to hear it. When the offer to change into a rabbit came, Hazel smiled at the more pleasant change in conversation.
"Sure, go for it! No pressure though. Shadow should leave you alone, he doesn't chase rabbits," she said before looking at her cat with a wink. He was fast asleep anyway. Hazel watched in anticipation. She actually hadn't seen Casey transform yet. The first time happened when she was out of the room. What would it look like? She was so curious.
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