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Date Posted: 13:30:47 10/28/04 Thu
Author: Phamiile - Yukinae ( Kyrusk )
Subject: Glory
In reply to: Torch 's message, "Breathe in..." on 15:50:24 10/26/04 Tue

Phamiile lifts his arm into the night sky for Kyrusk to alight upon. The small Vae carries in his jaws some form of tiny rodent, and climbs down the proferred limb to a rangy, naked shoulder to eat it. The Shifter seems mildly perturbed, wrinkling his nose. A few whiskers poink from his cheeks, and he gives a soft grunt, lifting his suddenly black-leathery hand to feel them. Phamiile frowns at her shame, moving a step closer to her. Yukinae gives a long, low whispering sigh into her Linked's mind as she picks up Torch's hatred, like a bonfire of odium by the lake.

'I live a similar life, lady Torch. Do not feel ashamed.'

He trails off, his body quivering. Hazel eyes clamp shut as the sudden convulsion seizes him. Mostly-white fur can be seen poking from the surface of his milky cream skin, which floods into a gilded, pale grey hue just as the silky pelt hides it. The squelching of organs is audible in the darkness, especially as his lean rump elongates hideously behind him, a tumourous blob before finally growing into its elegant, almost cervid unicorn nature, limbs and fins extending. The last to come is the tail and cardinal wings, and Phamiile stumbles slightly forward, possibly bumping into the Tsenlite. 'Urg..' He rubs his forehead, one taloned hand grasping onto his horn and the other running through waves of satiny, black-red-orange-golden mane. 'I'm glad that's over.. though, still, I am worried.'

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(Sorry I took so long!) -- Torch, 16:19:26 11/02/04 Tue