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Myth grins over at one of the archers in the corners as her form flows again, a pair of dragon-like wings sprouting from her shoulders as scales mingle with her fur and she takes a more bipedal stance. She runs towards the corner, her form blurring, then leaps into the air as her jaw elongates into a wicked toothy maw which drips with acid as she snaps at the archer.
Myth charges from under the table where she'd been hiding, her form flowing and surging with each stride, her middle pair of legs moving upward to become a pair of arms ending in a wicked set of claws and the tentacle sprouting a stinger at the end. As she leaps at the back of the fae creature, the air seems to warp and bend around her, making her exact position difficult to pin down.
Myth decides it would be more interesting to not be the focus of attention right now. So she turns into a cat. Well, a cat with six legs and a tentacle. Then she teleports under the table nearest the fey.
Myth, who'd been getting rather bored with this whole thing (sleeping outside was fine with her!), turns and grins at the interesting creatures entering. She'd been restraining her shapeshifting while in the city, but here might be an opportunity to try out some of her most recent ideas...
Myth flows into the form of a massive, six-legged, four-winged cat. "I can carry us all there!" she booms, then pauses. "Well... except the guards probably wouldn't like it." She returns to her normal shape.
"Don't worry," Myth says, suddenly standing as tall as the ceiling will allow. "I'm good at handling myself!"
Myth waits patiently for all of fifteen seconds before she gets up and starts pacing around the room. This would be less interesting if she didn't keep switching around how many limbs she had as she paced. "I haven't been to Tian Xia before! It's not all desert, is it? I didn't like the desert as much as the jungle," she comments during a time she has a head capable of speaking.
Myth grins. She is a housecat. Then she is a twenty-foot-long eight-legged dragon. Then she is a catfolk again. The transformations take only an instant, but each time the eye-shaped spots remain on her. "You are the first I have met to know the Eye-Spotted Leopard!" she says in the midst of her rapid shapeshifting.
A moment after Vulpiano enters the room, another portal opens, through which a catfolk... not so much steps as bounds. She has a lithe, athletic build, a number of daggers in sheathes scattered about her outfit, and leopard spots on her fur... some of which look rather like eyes. "Hello! I am Mthandihle!" she proclaims brightly as she arrives, smiling widely. "But you should call me Myth, it is easier."
"They will never see me. After all, I am just a Myth." |
