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::She looks like this except her eyes are a deep gold and has golden streaks throughout her hair::

Name
- Aisha Promenade
Age
- 18
- not up yet XD
Birthday
- June 23rd
- November 7th
Markings
- none
- a birthmark that looks like a little heart on her left shoulder
Build
- 125lb
- 5'5”
Weapons
- two metal fans
Skills
- black belt in karate and is trained to use her fans as weapons(as is obvious)
- empath and can control plantlife(like Kurama from Yu-Yu-Hakusho)

Turned by. . .
- Aicirret Samurai

She sighs softly, snuggling into the warmth next to her once again. The pain was finally fading away into nothingness...wonder what that could mean? She quickly shrugs it off though, it is the pure bliss of painlessness right now that matters. Until she becomes aware of a forehead touching her own. She drowsily opens her eyes, staring directly into a young man's face centimeters from her own. She blinks when she realizes it is her dark angel, Cade, that she just met. Wow, he is so clear now! Like..she had seen him through a filter before she fell asleep. Wait....she didn't fall asleep, he attacked her on accident! She lets out a surprised eep, accidentally rolling off her single bed to land on the floor with a loud thump onto her back. She groans, going into a sitting position with a slight sound of a rip from her rear end. She blinks, looking down at her favorite pants that used to fit her like a glove before she was unconscious, the hems now hovering a little over her ankles. Then, she noticed her shirt is a little tight too, almost showing off her bellybutton thanks to both clothing items no longer fitting properly. She looks behind at her back, frowning when her suspicion of ripping her pants is confirmed. But, the frown turns into a look of surprise, eyes growing wide when she sees she is lucky to not be sitting on her now knee length, brown and golden hair. "Cade, what the f*ck is going on!?!" she exlcaims. Her voice is different too?!

She looks at him, frowning when he decides to calmly talk like nothing had changed despite a lot having obviously changed. But, she blinks as she feels a phantom pain in her shoulder, yet isn't in pain if that could make sense. "Um, yeah, no more pain, I guess," she states, deciding to not bring up the phantom pain, unsure as to how to describe it since it didn't actually pain her. When he blushed and brought up her cloths she sighs. "No duh Cade, but I don't know if anything here will fit considering what is going on with these ones," she states, standing to her feet cautiously, trying to not rip them any more than they already are. When she does fully get to her feet, the estimation of how long her hair is now is confirmed, causing her to sigh. Not to mention how tall she is now too. She used to have to look almost straight up to get a good view of Cade's face. But now, she is on par with his chin eye wise. Definently going some things to be getting used to after her 'sleep'. "Um, how long was I in pain?" she asks, blinking as her tongue meets her canines, now longer. "Also...." she states, swallowing, trying to lubricate her throat. God, it feels like it is burning! "I'm thirsty," she mutters, listening to the sounds around her with curiosity, flinching when particularly loud sounds reaches her ears.

She blinks when he explains how long she had been asleep and in pain. She is surprised dad hadn't called the military to bust into her apartment considering how long she hasn't called him to check in. She then notices how he was holding his arm close to his body, as if in a sling. That's the same arm she is experiencing the phantom pain in! Is she somehow feeling what he is? She sighs, deciding to puzzle it out later, swallowing against the burning in her throat as he smiles softly at her. Maybe she could get used to this stuff after all, I mean, he's so freaking hot! Wait, that thought did not just go through her mind, she didn't depend on looks to find a man! She depends on how they act, what they like, the real stuff, not the shallow end of the kiddie pool kind of things! Those thoughts flee to the back of her mind when he declares that he had to go shopping, most likely for new cloths that would actually fit. She frowns when he declares to stay in the house, crossing her arms in defiance. No one can tell her what to do, not even her father gets away with it any more! Her eyes widen though when he kisses her swiftly before walking out the window and onto the fire escape. Alright, she could abandon the 'no one tells me what to do' mind set for the moment! She looks on as he calmly walks away from the apartment, sighing softly. The damn pants are giving her a wedgie that you could not believe! So, after pulling the shades shut, she tears the top of the pants the rest of the way for she could pull them off. Well, at least my underwear still fit correctly, she thinks to herself, the former 'granny underwear' now down by her lower waist like they were supposed to be. She drops the useless jeans to the floor, walking over to the box labeled pajamas. She searches through the box swiftly and efficiently, finding the pair of camouflage pajama bottoms that were given to her for Christmas, having been huge on her tiny frame, constantly walking on the bottoms. She slips them on, nodding in satisfaction when it fits her perfectly. "Thanks for the error, Grandma," she mutters softly. She then grabs the 'Princess in Training' spaghetti strap top, it having been slightly loose, so it should be alright. She pulls off the Goddess t-shirt, tossing that to the floor as well as she easily pulls the top on. It is a little small, but it isn't as restricting as the shirt was. She collects the clothing items off the floor, finding the garbage can of her room and tosses, them making a perfect landing in the waist basket. "So, now I guess I gotta wait," she grumbles, walking to the window to reopen the shades before going to the bed and plopping down.

Aisha sighs, staring at her ceiling while waiting for Cade's return. She smirks when she hears him coming up, opening the window with his foot. She blinks when he says that line, the bags being set down as if it were a great burden. She looks into the bags, smirking brightly as she checks out the selection. "Trust me, great job on your guess," she chuckles, trusting him to not peek as she changed out of the pajamas. She grabs a plain, black tank and a pair of hip hugger wranglers before tugging her clothing off. She swiftly pulls on the new cloths, turning to Cade with the same smile. "Thanks, Cade. Um...I'm still thirsty," she mutters softly, feeling guilty about having to bother him when he is obviously stressed and slightly in pain. "Sorry."

She smirked to the tune he was tapping, enjoying the sounds greatly with her enhanced hearing. She blinks when he explains that he took care of it while he was out. She hadn't heard any commotion...then again you don't always have to get blood straight from the source, right? She watches with curious eyes as he grabs the wine bottle she saw earlier, eyes glowing with anticipation when she catches the scent of blood. When he hands the goblet full of blood to her, she carefully takes it and takes a sip. Her eyes widen when she realizes how good it is, beginning to sate her burning throat. She swiftly downs the entire glass, not letting a single drop go to waste. When finished she sighs softly, satisfied for the moment with the thirst, though the burning is still there. "Thank you," she states, licking the excess blood off her lips. "I was turned, with that bite, wasn't I?" she asks, walking over to the counter to set the glass down. "Which is why I'm so thirsty," she mutters, sitting on the blood stained couch Indian style.

She sighs softly at the nod, he was obviously feeling guilty. It's almost tangible in air to her how he feels. Then again...a lot of other things were coming into her as well, not just his guilt and pain, but someone's anger, fear, a lot of different things were bombarding her at the same time. She flinches, grabbing her shoulder as she feels a sudden increase in the pain, a crack coming from Cade at the same moment. "You alright?" she asks, getting to her feet with a worried expression. She couldn't be feeling what he is, not to mention others....right?

She sighs in relief, releasing the shoulder as the pain disappears from him, feeling only exhaustion. Well, until sudden confusion and surprise hits her, causing her to blink. Then the question of why, a feeling of wanting to know something. "Um....I don't really know how to explain it. It's like, I feel something but I know it isn't my own feelings," she mutters, looking at the ground. That was honestly the best she could do describing these foreign feelings within her.