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Kindred Spirits	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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His only warning is a flash of light that fades into the black depths.
And then...the lake groans.
Frostbite backs away from the gaping maw he tore into the ice as the water beneath begins to glow in a vibrant shade of blue. Water that has not moved in thousands of years rumbles and swirls beneath its frozen cap. It flicks at the underside of the cap's surface, irritating his hearing.
The island gives a threatening shudder, alarming the onlookers that have gathered at the lake's edge. Frostbite pays them no mind. If they remain there, at a distance, they'll be fine. And even he needs to put some distance between himself and the epicenter he carved.
The water changes color, shifting from its blue to the purest white. Reminiscent of fresh snow. The shaking then ceases. Just as he finds a stable moment to rise and make a run for it, as he's become that afraid of whatever is happening, the water settles down. The glow fades.
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The cold shocks him awake. Below any temperature he knows, his skin prickles as it floods his senses.
He feels his bones vibrate as the halo appears and splits in half slowly.
Ice coats his skin in a smooth veneer, trapping the chill inside and easily taking over the pain of his legs.
His spine shifts in an odd way.
His legs proceed to fuzz and tingle.
He hears a sickening, deep cracking as the bones inside move, rearranging themselves as the halo passes over them.
The sensation in his toes twists in a foreign way, but movement returns.
His joints loosen. They work.
Panic sets in.
He scrambles in the water as the last of his halfa light passes over his face. Ice creeps up around his neck, over his face, over his ears.
It's all a myriad of strange feelings. Fuzzy and buzzy and prickly and somehow welcome. Even through the panic of being underwater, it feels...right. It feels orderly. Like everything is in place. That said, he wants out of the wet dark.
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Silence falls just as quickly and harshly as the noise had begun. Frostbite's core pulses in unsure panic. He hangs off to the side by a few feet, prepared to either give aid, intervene, or run.
A few bubbles of air surface in the quiet.
And then...Danny comes thrashing out of the water, clambering at the edges of the opening for purchase. At least, he thinks it's the boy.
It wears his clothing, its hair is still ghostly white, though it seems to have gotten longer. On his back, just between his shoulder blades, a pair of cold spines jut out, sharp and ugly. What was once tanned skin now glints and shimmers like ice. Tinted blue, crystalline in structure. It, or, he, struggles to get a firm grasp and climb out of the water, shrieking in an unnatural pitch. Frostbite's eyes drift over to his hands, and it's no wonder the poor creature can't get a firm hold to get out. The hands that scratch and scrape and slip across the cap are just as unnatural, both lacking thumbs and the little fingers. What exists, he guesses to be the index, middle, and ring fingers, are slightly elongated and sharpened to a point. No finger pads to grip or gain traction. Just weapons perfectly designed to disembowel.
The shrieking grows louder as the creature fails at every attempt, slipping back into the black water with a splash and a snarl. It just wants out, nothing more. It's lucky that it's not even facing him, or he might instinctively misconstrue it as an attack.
Through the cold, bitter and unforgiving, the scent he's come to recognize as the boy slowly drifts over to him. It's strange, twisted by the form he's taken and rendered sour by fear and frustration. Finally, the youth swings a hand out and downward, puncturing the ice cap and gaining the means to drag himself out of the water. With eagerness, Danny does, pulling himself out along the ice until he's as far away as he can physically manage before collapsing face-down onto the frozen surface. The sharp spines on his back recede back into his body.
Frostbite approaches carefully, not wanting to startle him. Now fully out of the water, he sees two things, one of which that troubles him.
A tail. Long and thin, with two pairs of spines and ending in a demonesque point, equally crystalline as the boy's skin, lays across the icecap. If standing, he imagines it would easily touch the ground. But that's not the problem. He can already think of several ways to hide the tail.
The problem detail is the youth's legs. They're normal, until Frostbite's eyes reach his ankles. There, they morph, thoroughly digitigrade and not too different from the back legs of a fawn. But they're entirely of ice, and they easily add another foot and a half to his height. Hiding a tail is one thing, hiding digitigrade limbs of ice is quite another, unless his human form remains unchanged. Which is important, but first it needs to be ascertained as to whether or not the poor pup can even stand.
"Snowdrift?" Frostbite calls softly.
Danny barely registers the call. His tail flicks once. The snowbeast finally throws caution to the wind and goes to him. As gently as he can, with his fur weighing several additional pounds from being frozen, he manages to get the boy sitting up. His face is obscured by a frozen mask. Only eyes glowing in a strange and cold blue are visible. The snowbeast ignores it.
"Can you get to your feet? Can you stand?" The yeti takes weapons-grade hands into his own to guide him up.
A soft clicking trill emanates. Danny manages to get himself off of the ice cap, relying very heavily on Frostbite for support. He gets vertical, on shaking legs that he's never walked on before. A little niggle in the back of his brain alerts him to balance and his tail curls up at the very end, adjusting his weight. He hobbles a little, worried whines and lilts slipping out as he tries to find his center of gravity again. He finds a slight crouch helps, curving his spine and pulling his hands free from Frostbite's and taking his arms inward. Close to his torso. Careful. Precise. Deliberate.
Frostbite sighs and a small smile forms.
"You're an ice imp. Very rare, Snowdrift."
Danny looks down at the frozen lake where a faint reflections stares back at him.
'Huh... I like it,' Danny thinks. He wants to say it out loud. But the mask is a flush fit. His jaw won't move. Somehow, he's not worried.
"However, the question remains; how does this affect your human form?"
Danny jerks his head up at the yeti. Suddenly aware of himself, aware of his body and the differences, even while they all feel right. A shuddering whine slips out as he looks down at his hands. Lacking two fingers on each, and factoring in the new bend of his legs, he realizes the problem.
"The only way to know is to turn back. But I suggest doing that back in the med lab. Not out here. Your human skin is still human. You might hurt yourself at these temps."
Danny's frame seems to slump at that. Almost a pout.
"Can you walk?"
Danny looks down at his legs, tilting his head in consideration. Something dawns on him while he feels for the muscles and bones beneath; Frostbite can almost see the light bulb above his head.
Danny takes a careful step with his right leg, swaying his tail left to match the transfer of weight. His stance is firm, so he takes another step and his tail sways in the opposite direction. The concept of the rhythm sinks in. He glances up at the yeti before making his way back to the lake's edge. The walking feels...new? As long as he shifts his tail the right way, he'll stay upright. What does it look like? Him walking with his arms tucked in and his spine arched? Tail swaying side to side with each step?
'I need a mirror.'
The crowd they've unintentionally gathered backs away at the sight of Danny and several spears burst from within the ranks, pointing towards him. Danny startles and backs up behind Frostbite with a worried clicking.
"Oh, come now. The pup's been through enough," Frostbite swats a spear away and a path clears.
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