"My plan was sleeping all day. As an alternative I could go to work. But I guess you have other plans?"
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Killjoy. echoes through her mind. She wouldn't mind if anyone else would have said it. Who cares what those humans want. But that elf has an authority over her that is concerning. Or is it a good thing? At least she hasn't killed the noble with a bite in the neck, despite him deserving that. But it is good, that she hasn't killed him, or is it? Persephone needs to concentrate. Check what I can and can not do in this awesome form. she reminds herself. So she goes through her magic abilities. All spells have complex phrases to be told. Which doesn't work in cat shape. Also somatic components don't work well with paws. She could call her bear skeleton companion, which needs neither of those though. This is disappointing. As the room and the limits given by Merileth make it rather pointless to be a cat, she tries to get back into human form. Con Checks:
Persephone lays down as told, but as Merileth and the noble leave her alone, she jumps to action. A whole new world opens up to her with the newfound scent ability. She investigates the room. Some smells of this noble, but most of it smells of that obnoxious perfume in the washing detergent. She never noticed how pungent it is, while she washed the sheets. But there is also the smell of the down in the pillows. It makes her want to jump the pillows. So what. she thinks and wrestles with the bed sheets, biting into the pillows.
Persephone can smell the fear in this man and it turns her on. She instinctively lowers herself and tenses up.
Persephone suddenly finds herself in the situation that this rabbit looks very tasty. Staring at it she ducks, tenses up shortly and with one leap across the room, she grabs the fluffy animal and rips it apart.
As she chews on the warm bloody animal, the bones breaking between her jaws, she recognizes that her hands look like paws with black fur. She looks at that confused, but on the other hand, she doesn't really care. What matters is that fresh kill that sates her hunger for meat. |