~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Back in<b><i>Fanya's office</i></b><br/><br/>Fanya's eyes went narrow enough so that she bite her words out,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">No, I could not fight it. I was dying at this point and the need took over. After I.... finished, I ran.</span>" She took another breath and then continued.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I ran and vowed to control it from that day forward. Control everything that I could.  I hunted... looking for, what was in my mind, the unjust and cruel of the world to be my next meal. I no longer wanted the need to hurt anyone else that I might have known.. or loved. But in reality, anyone that I chose was loved by someone... was known by someone. Perhaps not me, but that is only a matter of perspective.</span>" She paced around the front of her desk.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I came to accept myself, what I had become and who I was. I let it be a part of me. Doing my best to take advantage of the unfortunate after they died. Or those who I felt had deserved it. Soon, it became a routine of hunting, storing, running out of a supply, being chased and moving again. Whatever may have happened, I learned how to make it part of me. The need slowly started to ebb and it became more of a 'routine'. Every month I needed less flesh, I could survive on more normal food. While still addicted, there was less and less need there. Eventually, I felt I was on the cusp of breaking it. Then something new happened.</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I am not sure what might have spurred it on. I have my theories. Theories that you wouldn't believe and make you think I was even more crazy. But one night I woke up in a nightmare and after that nightmare was over, I found myself like this.</span>" She stretched out her arms out in front of her, wide.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">It's not paint... it's my skin. Like you saw from yesterday, day by day it changes color and pattern. Like my addiction, I learned to control that color and pattern. But like my addiction controlling it causes excruciating and almost unbearable pain. But due to my addiction, I refuse any kind of pain medication or otherwise. I won't go down that path again. The transformation takes two, sometimes three hours. My only respite is that I learned how to control the pattern and colors to my liking. It's what makes me smile all the time.</span>" She took a few more steps around, looking at everyone her eyes stopping on Emma and Darion.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">And in case you are wondering, the skin is overly sensitive to any kind of fabricated or artificial material. Basically, if I wear clothes it makes me insanely itchy. I've only been able to stand it for a few minutes before. The nakedness is for me to keep myself sane. I have a few items like my holsters that lined with natural animal fur. Natural animals furs are not unpleasant but still, I feel at home with the touch of another's skin. This brings me the most comfort and the most warmth. </span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Other things in my changed as well after those nights. I seemed to heal injuries faster though I am by no means immortal or unbreakable. I've also slowed or stopped aging since then as well as far as I can tell physically. Again, I can tell it's not immortality but something else. I don't know... I can only assume that some heavy dose of unknown or new types of radiation must have done this to me as I tried to purge the addiction or some combination of the two.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>