Chrono Shift

[Yenpointfive]

There would be time to figure out exactly why it happened later, not that Alex was exactly an expert on any given reason why reality might warp and the effects of this would be to drop an extra occupant into his bed in the middle of the night. Or whenever it had occurred. He'd slept like a baby anyway so she could have been here since he went to sleep for the night.

Either way, today was not the best day Alex Corwin had ever had. Every guy who ever dreamed about having a beautiful woman just turn up in his bed is forgetting one simple fact of life. Anything that turns up without warning and completely unexpected in your bed is damn terrifying when you first wake up. Naturally he was on the opposite side of the room shortly after realizing he wasn't alone. He didn't exactly present the most imposing opponent. Sure, he was tall and in decently good shape, but what he was wearing was currently limited to boxers and he looked pretty damn freaked out. Not exactly the sort of situation that made him seem all that dangerous. On the up shot, at least he was pretty good looking. His blond hair was a bit on the shaggy side and he had bright green eyes

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" He managed, not at all certain what to make of the fact that he had someone else in his room. Conventional logic said they must have entered via the door, or possibly the window, and then decided to lay down beside him and doze off. Which was weird no matter how you looked at it.

 

[Original Content]

She didn't remember the slip through time and space, all she recalled was laying down in her tent after a expedition match against one of the males in her tribe. Egotistical as the warrior princess was, she wore her tribal necklace of animals long dead in this world, but very much rampant in her own. Tattoos, some permanent and others ceremonial for the night that passed, started from her cheeks and led down the length of her mostly nude body. Nothing but thin breast supports and a hide skinned loin cloth clothed her body. Her feet were bare of all but foot wraps that were frayed and in need of replacements. Her ears were slightly pointed with tufts of hair, thick life fur, coming from the tips. As the male beside her rolled out of bed she also rolled over into unoccupied warm space, realizing then that this was nothing like her own bed.

Nurvira awoke with a start, even without the frightening inquiry that she didn't much understand. With language barriers in place with an unfamiliar surrounding, it was a recipe for disaster. Her eyes opened wide so that slitted pupils could take in the excess of life and narrow accordingly, glaring in Alex's direction dangerously. She hissed, reaching for her belt for a dagger not there. Her nails were sharpened and thick like a wild cat. She backed into the back wall, it's coldness pressing against her back and making her jump forward. Another hiss. Her apparently flexible ears flattened and began to pivot around the room, seeking an exit or at least the most advantage point to deal with an attack. With so many unfamiliar things from her troupe Nurvira was at a disadvantage anywhere she went in the room.

She found herself stumbling to the floor, a shirt tangled on her long feet. Frantically, she kicked it away and began to scoot away frightfully. Everything was new and dangerous. When had she been captured? Where was she and what were these contraptions? A wildness, natural to her people, began to stir within ready to claw its way out of this uncomfortable situation. She was almost ready to submit to the rage when she realized that knowing nothing and attacking was just as bad as fighting crippled. Maybe there had been a raid and this one had protected her? It was explain the soft bed, something that she couldn't much complain. Unlike the one at home it was supportive to her stiff joints and much wider than her traveling set.

Nonetheless, she had deal with the matter at hand. Struggling with a language her people only loosely exercised, she spoke to the person adjacent to her while she huddled away in a corner, far away from any entanglements. "Who est chu? Wire... were.. where... est..." She paused, not being able to think of a good word for this location. "Where est Nurvira?"

 

[Yenpointfive]

The first thing that he was given the chance to realize as she shifted her body into a more upright position was that she was absolutely gorgeous. For all the added bells and whistles of tattoos and the oddly shaped ears, the first thing he noticed was her beauty. The second thing was that she could hiss and had claws. That sort of took over the moment and he was pressed back against the wall looking just as freaked out as she was. There would pretty much always be a fight or flight instinct in all species but the less well mentioned but totally useful for intelligent beings was "stay still and try to assume an expression that makes it clear you didn't do whatever it was that caused this."

He was considering what he ought to do to convince her not to claw him to death. As primal instincts have already been brought up, humans were apparently still equipped with an innate knowledge of 'things that will kill you before you could throw a punch' she was definitely on that list. That meant trying to both look harmless and still assume a stance that allowed you to run for your life.

Somewhere in this process he realized that he was still sporting a mild case of morning wood. Considering that she was female from the look of things and clearly half naked, he really really hoped that she didn't think he'd had any unsavory intentions regarding her. That sort of misunderstanding could not possibly end well.

When she spoke something akin to English he let out a little sigh. This was great. He'd avoided bombarding her with an alien language just in case it pissed her off. Taking the initiative was something that was easier when your fingers ended in an automatic victory for any fight they might have gotten in. "I'm Alex. This is my home. I do not know where Nurvira is." He said, covering the first question and accidentally confusing the belated second question for two separate ones. "You're safe here but you can leave if you want." He said, slowly opening the door to his room and stepping aside. He felt it was best to give her some options. "I'm going to put on some pants now, if that's okay with you." He added, slowly reaching for the closest pair. Yes, they were yesterdays pants but the clean pants were closer to her than he thought it was safe to go.

 

[Original Content]

Nurvira frowned as he spoke. Most of his words were lost upon her. At such a high rank amongst her people she was not required to struggle with the language, making a fool of herself along the way. Instead such meetings were dealt with with her personal guard at her side, translating between the two. Without her middle man, though, Outsiders had been long advised to learn her native language. It was respectful, but above all her kind were not fond of speaking to solve problems and even less so when they had to bumble through different dialects. Alex, home, and I don't know where Nurvira is was all she needed to hear to reach a near breaking point. The rest, including the option to leave was lost in translation. He moved to grab some that, to her, resembled the shirt that had ensnared her earlier.

Did he mean to subdue her? She recognized it as cloth, but no material she could name. Why would one have so many capturing devices in one area unless this was a holding cell. She would not become his prisoner in this strange land. If nothing else she would compromise him and have him point the way to her land. Her feet dug into the hard floor, leaving scratches and craters, as she tensed her body to strike. Her eyes scanned his person to see if he had any type of weapon. There were none. Instead he wore a restricting type of loin cloth that protruded outward. She paused to gaze at the protrusion curiously. It wasn't that she'd never seen erection before in her life, its just that the non restrictive nature of two the two flaps making the loin cloth made it cleverly more difficult to detect.

Luckily for Alex men were often erect in her troupe. Even with it being common for women to walk around nude it was still enticing. Hilariously rape was rare because the women were just as fierce of fighters as the men. Nonetheless, she had no immediate interest in his stiff member. She could have one of her own if she so desired. "Find Nurvira home now!" She finally yelled as she came back to the present. "Find! Find!" She yelled continously and jumped on top of the bed to gain height only to stumble on the instability. Annoyed by this it only fueled her rage farther and she jumped to leap upon the stranger to pin and straddle him.

 

[Yenpointfive]

When she didn't start hissing or growling at him for picking up the pants he decided it was a safe bet to put them on and did so rather quickly, not wanting to accidentally make some motion that pissed her off. He caught enough of what she was saying to realize that she had as little idea why she was here as he did. Which, in retrospect, probably bothered her a bit more than it did him, save for the fact that he wasn't the dangerous one here. That sort of put them on an even playing field as far as he was concerned.

When she tackled him he had only a split second or so in which to act, which he wasted trying to figure out what the hell he ought to do. He still wasn't sure if Nurvira was where she wanted to go or who she was, though he was really wishing he could give her a satisfactory answer when she was ontop of him. Okay, forget the usual up shots of having a beautiful mostly naked girl ontop of you, right now he was entirely focused on having her not kill him.

"I don't know where your home is. No idea! I don't even know how you got here!" He told her, yelling so that he could be heard over her own yelling. It was clear that he was sitting somewhere between terrified and angry. Definitely more towards the terrified end of things though.

 

[Original Content]

Nurvira heard him loud and clear but it made little difference to her. She was scared, confused, and rightfully pissed off. She was but a hop skip and a jump away from kicking asses and taking names but it would accomplish nothing. She needed cooperation and it was clear he would play stupid until he either had a carrot dangled in front of him or something horrible enough would make him crack. Still pinning him she pressed more of her weight into him and looked into his eyes and said, "You lie." Her mind whirled with the possible things she could do to make him talk. At home the men would rape females and males a like. The men were more easily broken by the threat.

Her clitoris throbbed, more than prepared and enthusiastic to transform with or without her word. In her clan Nurvira was still considered a child because she could not completely control her transformations as of yet. When excited or aroused she would had to fight the urge to turn primal and into a beast that boasted an outfit of two genitals. As the only child to the war chief she had to play the role and son and daughter and did him proud by making it possible to carry on his name should a female catch her sights. If a female caught her sights. Nonetheless she had enough testosterone to never be diminished to a meager housewife.

Slowly it grew, but not completely and still well hidden by her loin cloth. The rest of her remained relatively the same though her canines lengthened and hear ears stretched and grew bits more of hair. "Where is Nurvira home or Nurvira will take what makes you man!"

 

[Yenpointfive]

It was official, Alex was absolutely terrified of her. If you needed something to put fear in your heart, try watching someone's canines elongate into fangs. Sure, the claws had been weird, as had the shape of her ears, but hey, mutations happened. Human beings, to his knowledge, had never been born with the ability to spontaneously shift the shape of parts of their body. He went still, as if that would be enough to help him, he really doubted that she'd listen to reason right now. Somehow he got that the changes that were coming over her physically were probably also accompanied by a mental variety.

When she made her threat he found it instantly in his best interest to try getting the hell away from her, thrashing about violently under her. "Fuck no you're not! Do I look like I was stupid enough to bring a fucking clawed, fanged, crazy woman into my home and then just let her lie around waiting to disembowel me?" He was shouting now, and no matter how well she tried to hold him he was bound to be creating a hell of a racket. With any luck that would rile up his downstairs neighbors. He went quiet fairly quickly when he realized that. "You do anything of the sort and there's going to be kicking and screaming like bloody murder in here. If get out of my house isn't something you can understand, then let's try "stay the hell away from my junk." He was mentally shitting himself from trying to threaten a woman who'd recently threatened something he didn't even want to think about, but from the look in his eyes it was pretty clear that he was going to make things hard on her if she tried that.