Dalena

Alt of Joyeus

Name: Dalena Fechs

Age: 25 years

Species: Nekoised Dark-Elf

Height: 5'6 feet.

Weight: 129lbs

Appearance: Originally, Dalena would've been considered a rather normal Dark-Elf, however thanks too her little magical mess up, the rather unusual change to her ears and the addition of a tail snaking out from her derriere dispel that illusion to any observer. Another unfortunate result of that change, was the damage done to her shirt as a result of the 'hour-glass' shape she used as a rough guide to shape her body, trying to handle both that and a rift at the same time resulted in her screwing things up a little, leading to her current state. Fortunately for Dalena, the small purse upon her right hip remained in a relatively good condition, meaning she isn't too short of coinage every time she returns through the rift.

Personality: While abit of a trouble-maker in the petty sense, Dalena never really was the type to pull off anything nasty. While she did use her magical skills to eavesdrop on a few conversations, maybe pull a few practical jokes and make things easier for herself in life. This attitude continued on to the rest of her life, while she might be abit tricksy, at heart she's just a playful and rather friendly elf, although one getting used to her current situation.

Background: Originally, there wasn't anything especially abnormal regarding Miss Fechs, being little more than another mage in her village. If anything was to be noticed about her it was the viridian green hair that coated her head. While it wasn't especially rare, she was one of the few mages to sport such a colouring.

What was to be noticed about it though, was the fact that it was the same tone as a cat sometimes seen strolling about the streets, or maybe curled up upon a windowsill in the local inn. One of the abilities available to a skilled magister, was that of shapeshifting, while it required knowledge of just what they were going to shift into, this could be gained simply by time spent observing their desired animal or target.

Another ability often used by Dalena, was that referred too in laymens terms as 'teleportation', the simple act of opening a rift and passing ones self through it to an identical rift elsewhere in the physical realm. It all happened in the blink of an eye, leaving no-trace to anyone standing around without the magical ability to understand it.

When used seperately, there wasn't any problem with either of the two abilities for even a moderately experianced mage. When combined they were a terrible mess. Not only did one have to be concerned about reshaping their entire body, but simultaneously handling two rips in the universe?

For Dalena, all it took was a drunken bet and more than abit too much overconfidence for her to try it. One moment, the little viridian kitty was standing by the inn's bar, the next... Nothing. The very same moment, a rather confused and.. different Dalena was spat out, in an entirely different location.

Fortunately for her, she hadn't gone too far wrong with her shapeshifting, rather than omitting some rather important things as some rookies would, she'd simply forgotten to take a few things out. Thus one of the first feelings to hit her as she came to her feet in this new world, was just how strange it felt to have fuzzy ears and a tail...

Aside from an over-simplified body shaped resulting in her taking on a rather more hour-glass based figure than she had prior, and a resulting tear in her shirt thanks to the unexpected increase in mass behind it, Dalena was pretty much unharmed by her transition. Instead, all she had to do was figure out where she was...

It might've taken her awhile longer to figure out the puzzle of just where in the multiverse she had ended up, had it not been for the help of a rather friendly figure named Bernard. The bipedal wolf seemed pretty trustworthy, meeting him just a few minutes after her transition between the worlds. It didn't take long for them to get chatting about their respective worlds, her refugee status earning her a place for the night in his home.

Their conversation didn't simply end with their home worlds, continuing onto such subjects as the differences in their respective species, appreciative remarks regarding her looks, the cute little ears atop her head so like his own... A little alcohol added into the mix, and events started to stagger towards the bedroom. It was there that Dalena discovered one of the little quicks of this realm.

Initially, it all went as anytime she'd had with a man before, the two bodies sliding against and into each other, merging into an orchestra of passion. Yet, Bernard wasn't simple content with leaving his seed spent within her body, instead his still rather aroused member was used as a method of entry for her, sucking her in like a snake it's prey. All the while, Bernard simply explained to her the pecularities of the realm, and just what his rather normal phallus was capable of.

A few minutes later, the confused and scared elf was immersed upto her neck within the pulsating muscle of his member, the wolf by then more occupied with his own pleasure than her own education. Before Dalena was slurped up completely, he had a few final words for her.

"Don't worry, this place won't let go of you this easily..." Were the last words he addressed to her, the tight warmth of his muscles sealing her into musk scented darkness. To call it a shocking turn of events would've been an understandment, as Dalena experianced orgasm from the male point of view in a way she'd never expected before. A rush of fluids past her crushed body, the sticky slime clinging to every inch of her. and then being immersed upto her armpits in the same substance, feeling it rise past her shoulders, her neck, her chin...

But yet, it was not the end. Her soul wasn't extinguished, nor was she dragged into another realm or even seperated from her original body, instead the next thing she knew was being expeled from the rift that had brought her here, everything the same as it had been. Except the place itself had changed, the darkness indicating early morning, and the discovery that her purse was filled with a fluid far too similar to the musky morass she'd just dissapeared under... The very same day as that Bernard had thought to show her his little quirk. With a shiver, Dalena gathered herself together and began to stride onwards and away from her point of 'reformation'.

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