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Kalen Tu
Sena was still booming as ever. She liked hitting things, and she did that to him earlier. As she approached, Kalen made sure he was a bit far away from her. He could take hits but not this time. Battle after battle, hunt after hunt was a common occurrence whenever he did his job – just this time he didn't have the help of his magic as it was spent battling something he wasn't supposed to hunt yet.
Eh, he'd have to ask for some recovery spells, from Ark perhaps. It was curious for Kalen to take an interest in someone, curious indeed. It was all too new and he'd be caught up thinking about it for days on end.
There was another new one Kalen became curious about. He seemed to be a pureblood. He didn't meet a lot of them but it seemed those like him, half-bloods, were fewer than the purebloods. He shrugged the thought away and continued to beg for food silently. He was answered by the woman's grin and an expression closer to amusement than anything else. Kalen tilted his head, face placid.
"Okay."
Len accepted the food and surprisingly, his cheeks tore, his teeth enlarging like a herbivorous creature's but with two pairs of fangs putting a contradiction. Like a perpetually-grinning, torn-cheeked humanoid creature, his passively activated polymorphy dislocated his jaw to eat one sandwich. He grabbed two more and devoured them with ease.
He surveyed everything around them once more. Nothing new. Okay. Still with his jaw dislocated and involuntarily grinning, he did his best to make himself scarce. Nothing more threatening than someone who appeared they'd devour anyone on sight.
It started to annoy Kalen Tu, however. Having episodes of involuntary activation of polymorphy was something he still didn't manage to find a solution to. It didn't help he appeared like he was a serpent with two rows of herbivorous teeth. Peculiar, one of his adoptive clan said. He knew he looked weird, borderline on animal-like to daemon-like.
He stood quietly, partly sated by the woman's cooking. It wouldn't do to have more interaction than this. His little bit of recovered magic was eaten up by his bloody polymorphic spell. He had to conserve what he'd recover until he could be healed.
Sena was still booming as ever. She liked hitting things, and she did that to him earlier. As she approached, Kalen made sure he was a bit far away from her. He could take hits but not this time. Battle after battle, hunt after hunt was a common occurrence whenever he did his job – just this time he didn't have the help of his magic as it was spent battling something he wasn't supposed to hunt yet.
Eh, he'd have to ask for some recovery spells, from Ark perhaps. It was curious for Kalen to take an interest in someone, curious indeed. It was all too new and he'd be caught up thinking about it for days on end.
There was another new one Kalen became curious about. He seemed to be a pureblood. He didn't meet a lot of them but it seemed those like him, half-bloods, were fewer than the purebloods. He shrugged the thought away and continued to beg for food silently. He was answered by the woman's grin and an expression closer to amusement than anything else. Kalen tilted his head, face placid.
"Okay."
Len accepted the food and surprisingly, his cheeks tore, his teeth enlarging like a herbivorous creature's but with two pairs of fangs putting a contradiction. Like a perpetually-grinning, torn-cheeked humanoid creature, his passively activated polymorphy dislocated his jaw to eat one sandwich. He grabbed two more and devoured them with ease.
He surveyed everything around them once more. Nothing new. Okay. Still with his jaw dislocated and involuntarily grinning, he did his best to make himself scarce. Nothing more threatening than someone who appeared they'd devour anyone on sight.
It started to annoy Kalen Tu, however. Having episodes of involuntary activation of polymorphy was something he still didn't manage to find a solution to. It didn't help he appeared like he was a serpent with two rows of herbivorous teeth. Peculiar, one of his adoptive clan said. He knew he looked weird, borderline on animal-like to daemon-like.
He stood quietly, partly sated by the woman's cooking. It wouldn't do to have more interaction than this. His little bit of recovered magic was eaten up by his bloody polymorphic spell. He had to conserve what he'd recover until he could be healed.