Alex dashed into the nearby restroom and slambed the door behind him, turning the lock as he pressed his back against it as he felt what must have been waves of some kind of pressure all over his skin, almost like a heartbeat.
Alex then stumbled over too the nearby sink and began splashing his face with cold water in an attempt to sooth the pulsing sensation to little effect, but enough to help clear his head enough to think, what in the name of all that is holy just happened?, all of these memories that felt like they had just been branded onto his brain just wernt right, Alex knew of amazing female jarls and warriors, the women of the sea and concourors of far off lands, members of his clan, wait what was he thinking, terms and positions like that hadn't existed for hundreds, or even thousands of years, and yet they seemed to be the only roles in this new culture and society that fit.
It was then that Alex took his hands away from his face and looked up into the wall mirror. Only....it wasn't Alex that looked back at him as he let out a surprisingly high pitched shriek, and so did the face in the reflection
In the mirror gazing back at Alex was a tall board shouldered woman, her eyes gazing with a natural confidence at Alex, their ritch brown colour seeming to light up her eyes, she had pail white skin, with a scar from bed bottom lip up to her left eye, she had a light blush on her cheeks and nose, with a dark tattoo line over her right eye, down to her jaw and up to her hairline, runes along its edge from top to bottom.
Her hair was a dirty blonde, with the left side of her hair being shaved short, almost military style, but the top and right side grew long and over her sholder, with a few bradings dotted through her hair, her jawline was elegant yet chizled, and then there was her clothes.
Alex reached a hand out to touch the mirror, leaning in to get a better look at the woman, surprised to see her do the same after him, she wore a thick fur cloak over her sholders, the fur grey and black, with the right sholder covered by a wolfs head, and the rest of the body being draped over her left sholder, in life that animal must have been a true beast of a creature by its size seeing as it reached the floor while on this seven foot tall woman.
Then Alex's gaze traveled down and he almost choked when he realised that this woman was barely wearing anything to cover her rack, and a large one at that, Alex reckoned that they must have been at least a H cup, she wore a brown leather bra under her breasts, leaving their snowy tops visible to the world, the bright pink of her nipples visible over the leathers rim, but he dared not stare for too long due to the leather belt over her shoulder and chest, with a ten inch blade sheathed in a scabbard on it.
The belt accross her chest was connected to a studded leather belt that sat low on her hips, a dark red sash hanging from her left side, and an empty holster on the right, she wore a skirt composed of grey fur and chainmail, with the left side hanging lower down that the right which came to the top of her thigh, her clothing almost straining against her well toaned and chiseled form.
Too put it in layman's terms, Alex found her drop dead gorgeous, but then Alex noticed he could not see the restroom in the reflection, looking himself over he was still himself, but the woman seemed confused at his presence, her hand now resting on the mirror as if she were looking through a window, after some hesitation Alex reaches out and places his hand over hers, before he was swiftly pulled in....