Tick Tock (on hold)

New Me (Part 2)

I sucked in a breath. It's been a while since I've woken up, and after Cruize and Gryffin worried over me, I pushed them both away, and gathered the courage, hoping I wouldn't regret it.

"Prove it, please." I whispered to Cruize. He tilted his head to the side, and glanced at Gryf. Gryffin nodded, and Cruize turned to look at me again. He knew exactly what I meant. He dropped his whitish grey head, and his whole body started to shake and shimmer. I heard bones cracking, and Cruize started to whine. I wanted to rush forward and help my little babyboy, but Gryffin held me back. My eyes watered as Cruize continued to cry out, his voice turning more and more human.

Little swirls danced around his body, and encased his whole being. His snout shortened and his ears shrunk down his head as his head fur grew, and darkened. It grew shaggy, and Cruize yowled, voice deepning to almost a yell. His front legs grew longer into arms corded with muscles, and paws stretched out to rough hands, fingers splayed wide and shaking as the sound of breaking bones continued. His back jerked up, spine changing its form. His tail dropped between his legs, only to disppear. His fur shortened to a fuzz, then melted into his skin, giving into a soft, pale complextion, from lack of sun on his skin from the covering of his fur. His legs grew, and he dropped his head further into his arms, pressing his forhead and hair on the floor as he clutched his skull. His legs elongated behind his body, dropping him on his hands and knees, and I saw the heels of his feet as his toes culred inwards as the transformation continued in his body. He panted, and relaxed, dropping to the floor and curling into a ball. He was really tall, I could tell, so it was hard to see him curl into that small of a form.

"That was much harder than I remembered..." A very masculin, very british, very deep voice rang out in a hushed tone, scratchy and rough from disuse. I blinked, still fascinated from the whole ordeal. The swirls faded to nothing; falling into the floor.

He looked up, and blinked at Gryffin, nose wrinkling. "And I've forgotten how bad human senses are." He said in his smart tone. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, the same as I remembered him.

"Cru-cruize?" I whispered. His head whipped to face mine, and he studied me, his dark brown eyes flecked with black and amber. My lip quivered to hold back tears, and I bit into my lip as they threatned to spill. This was NOT my little boy. This was not my cute little boy that I picked up that day, he was not the little boy that licked my face before he fell asleep with me every night.

He frowned, and he struggled into a sitting position as cloths materialised on his body, leaving out any possible awkwardness. He started to crawl towards me, and I threw a hand over my mouth as a sob escaped, eyes wide. His eyes watered, and he pulled me into a hug. I circled my arms around his neck, and I buried my my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his new scent.

"I'm so sorry," he started, "but I couldn't show you, even though you've had me in your life for three years. I couldn't tell you yet. But I hope that this makes you feel better, because that hurt like a bitch just so I could talk to you for the first time." I sobbed and shook my head at his weak attempt of a joke. He rubbed small circles into my back as I hugged him tighter. He smiled and hugged me back, holding me tight as I quickly calmed. I don't know how, but, even now, he had an extremelly calming effect on me.

I heard Gryffin clear his throat, and both Cruize and I stiffened. Mine out of anger, and Cruize out of uncomforatableness. I wanted to lash out at Gryffin, but I knew Siren didn't like that by the way she glared at me. I groaned when the silence lasted a few moments, so I gave Cruize one more tight squeeze and let go. Almost. Because he just pulled me tight to his side. Gosh, he must be so confused and still protective of me. He frowned as if he heard me.

"Of course I can. I could always hear your thoughts. And of course I'm still protective of you, I'm yours." He stated simply, then bared his neck, sweeping back his long hair. A giggle bubbled from my throat, and I desperatly tried to hold it back as I turned red as a tomato from embarrasement and amusement. A black leather collar with spikes was wrapped around his nick, proudly indicating his dog name on the front in bold sliver letters, and then oddly twisted to show my full name and address in case he got lost. I stammered for an answer that might help his man's pride only to have him chuckle.