Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17
“In a vast room with walls of pulsing red a single figure stood, cocooned in a bubble of nourishing blood. When the dravik had first formed around him, the figure—a tall male of Kindred size with the broad shoulders and heavy musculature of their race—had had thick black hair and dark eyes.
Things had changed.
As the Souda—the chamber of transformation and empowerment—did its work, the thick, black hair fell out to scatter like macabre confetti on the red floor around him. And the eyes, once so deep and dark were changing…lightening.
A change was taking place in the features as well. They were mutating, molding themselves to meet a standard that had been preprogrammed into the Souda before the figure had entered.
Soon all would be complete. Already a sparse stubble of light blond hair was sprouting on the finely molded skull and the face was almost finished—the bones molding into another configuration that would be recognizable to anyone aboard the Kindred Mother Ship.
The process was,... of course, extremely painful but the one being thus transformed didn’t mind.MoreLess
Things had changed.
As the Souda—the chamber of transformation and empowerment—did its work, the thick, black hair fell out to scatter like macabre confetti on the red floor around him. And the eyes, once so deep and dark were changing…lightening.
A change was taking place in the features as well. They were mutating, molding themselves to meet a standard that had been preprogrammed into the Souda before the figure had entered.
Soon all would be complete. Already a sparse stubble of light blond hair was sprouting on the finely molded skull and the face was almost finished—the bones molding into another configuration that would be recognizable to anyone aboard the Kindred Mother Ship.
The process was,... of course, extremely painful but the one being thus transformed didn’t mind.MoreLess
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