Naked

[Tearen Wover]

Tearen focused on the shape and memory of Myla's body as it was stored in his mind. Her form was more than a memory; having absorbed her physical and mental essence in the form of Omnilium, the eldritch human had an almost literal blueprint of her every aspect in his mind. Certainly, Tearen had conjured and summoned secondary human bodies in the past, but these had always been little more than tools. He could not say for sure whether or not Drake Oneir had been created with utmost accuracy the few times that Nealaphh had re summoned the highly danger-prone smuggler, but neither had Nealaphh cared for Drake in the same manner that Tearen now cared for Myla.

He started with her fundamental necessities. Brain, lymbic system, nerves, and circulation. He carefully traced each winding pathway with his mind's eye, allowing the Omnilium to sustain the haggard network as he gradually added layers of sinew, muscle and fat. Organs ballooned and fell into place within her body cavity, which knitted itself closed once the proper bones were set. Her skinless form now hung in the shadowed glass grotto, gently cocooned by an amniotic sac of the miracle substance. Tearen, with his eyes shut and brow furrowed, tilted his head slightly. Would it be honorable to make a few discreet adjustments to her default form? After all, there were things that Myla had expressed disappointment about, regarding her body, that he could edit now. Doing it later would be painful and far more inaccurate. He breathed deep, and sighed. Might as well.

A few minor adjustments to her genome and physical attributes, and it was done. Now he was able to focus on the features of Myla herself. It started with her chin, supple, yet tapering to a sharp point. It traced back around her head in a demure jawline which held a hint of noble bearing in its height. Full, cheeks, bisected by her glossy lips that held an innate smile even within the torpor of summoning. Her porcelain skin crawled smoothly over the raw facial muscles, cartilage pushing her upturned button nose into place. The bridge of her nose curved and branched out into her stalwart brow that portrayed the severity of a life of hardship. A tall forehead emerged as skin finished tracing along her skull, and a curtain of auburn hair shamelessly cascaded forth from the previously bare scalp, that curled at the ends into shimmering columns.

Tearen turned his attention to her shoulders, broad and firm, tempered by decades of hard labor and sexual alacrity. Minute hairs glistened outwards from the backs of her delicate forearms, and her pianist's fingers flexed subconsciously as their tendons snapped into position. Fat and essential glands swelled forth from her chest, forming ample breasts, though not so large as to be cumbersome. Twin blemishes flared upon them, turning into pink and soft nipples. The light from the swirling Omnilium traced a shadow along her torso as a sensual midline was creased into her abdomen, terminating in a slightly elongated belly button. The sweeping curves that descended from shoulder to hip solidified into her luscious profile, and the ridge of her spine faded at the point where two dimples announced the start of her buttocks. Light spilled across these fleshy hillocks, as divots ran between her legs to form genitals, consecrating the symmetrical beauty that was to be called 'woman'. Long legs of firm strength stretched and flexed as her feet twisted into life, each nubby toe running through the full gamut of its motion before Myla's entire body curled up on itself once more.

Tearen ran his attention over her body once more, paying special attention to any potential flaws and correcting them, before shaping a simple shawl to wrap the Underverse refugee's sculpted form in. Then, in the manner of a fleeting wind, the Elder Prime breathed her mind back into her body slowly and carefully. No bias nor misconception was allowed to contaminate the raw information that he had originally absorbed from her dying, original body. A philosopher may have asked if this, then, was truly Myla. Tearen may have responded with the inquiry of whether it truly mattered.

Satisfied that his work was done, Tearen relaxed his attention and stemmed the tide of Omnilium that had been flooding from his physical form. Flittering embers of the colorful medium sparked around Myla like a host of fireflies as she slowly pushed herself off of the smooth floor. Her orange eyes blinked softly in the unnatural light of The Void, and she focused on the human form in front of her.

"Wh...who...where..." she said, her hoarse vocal chords straining for the first time ever.

"It's okay Myla. It's me, Tearen. As for where...well, we're technically nowhere." the Shadow said, standing up. He wiped a cold veil of sweat away from his face and fluffed his long, platinum white hair away from his back, where it had been clinging. Myla looked around, as if she was waking up from a long sleep, and ponderously ran a hand along her arm.

"I died. You...resummoned me. So this isn't the Underverse?" Myla said, as memories fought their way through the thick miasma of her newly fomented mind. Tearen nodded solemnly and stretched his limbs. He had decided to stop paying attention to exact time for the duration of his stay within the Void, but he was certain that he has been summoning for at least four hours. He hear a rustling as Myla stood up, strong and unshaking. She patted the surface of one of the black, featureless columns that stretched its way upwards, into infinity. She walked slowly, tracing a hand along its surface until she bumped into someone directly in front of her. She yelped slightly, but heard Tearen laugh.

"No, no Myla it's okay. This is not the Underverse. This is the Void, the world between worlds." he murmured as he helped the woman to her feet. Myla stood up and ten blinked again, as if truly seeing Tearen for the first time. She squinted, looking him up and down, and raised an honest eyebrow. She reached up with an unabashed hand and touched the features on the Shadow's stern face, running a delicate thumb across his lips.

"You're...a man now. Is this like a Prime thing?" she asked, finally adding a characteristic note of playfulness to her voice. Tearen smiled widely and laughed in spite of himself.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Myla smiled sweetly, and hugged the ex-enigma close, kissing him sweetly on the shoulder.

"Thank you." she whispered.

With that, Tearen took her gently by the hand and led her away from the shadowed grotto, in the manner that a mother bear takes a cub from the den for the first time. This was not the Underverse, but the Void was perilous in and of itself. He would not let Myla go until it was time for him to depart the Omniverse altogether...