*Hidden Nature* A Shapeshifting RP

[NickyKnack]

Slygotha looked surprised at this wyrmling's explosive entrance, but a loud guffaw escaped her after reaper had dodged the outward flying eggshell. Razeth, disturbed by her outburst, fussed a little before falling back asleep. The newest wyrmling, looking around, leaned forward towards Reaper, tumbling out across the damp cavern floor in front of him. The little sticky babe wailed, helpless and unsure of itself, looking towards Reaper for reassurance.

Reaper smiled at Slygotha's guffaw. Now that the moment was over, he also found humor in it. "Well, that was quite a surprise." He said quietly to the wyrmling. He slowly lowered his head to the little one and carefully brought it to his warmth, much like he'd observed Slygotha do moments ago. He was delighted to find that this wyrmling was also female. "She's a little miss and she has her mother's flare for an entrance." He cooed to her.

 

[Garjzla]

Cicero nodded as he studied the painting further. "I didn't mean I didn't like it. It's just.... unique is the word I was searching for." He finally said with some reflection.

Islanzadi nodded, "Yes, it is unique. I believe that is why so many people like it." She told him. "Though, this isn't the original. I would suppose the original would look much different than this, given the fact that different people made them."

 

[Bantambird]

Reaper smiled at Slygotha's guffaw. Now that the moment was over, he also found humor in it. "Well, that was quite a surprise." He said quietly to the wyrmling. He slowly lowered his head to the little one and carefully brought it to his warmth, much like he'd observed Slygotha do moments ago. He was delighted to find that this wyrmling was also female. "She's a little miss and she has her mother's flare for an entrance." He cooed to her.

"Have you a name for our newest little lady?" Slygotha asked, bemused. She looked over at Gugol, who clumsily tore at the large carcass, getting herself coated in gore for her efforts. Once she had eaten some, she sleepily flopped down where she was, a little bloated with food. Slygotha grunted at her a little, and Gugol reluctantly made her way back to her mother, wanting only to sleep off her meal. Once she climbed next to Razeth, she hummed contentedly. Razeth, smelling the gore on his sister, started licking it off her. She squealed a little. That tickled!
Slygotha watched them carefully, in case she needed to separate them.

 

[NickyKnack]

Islanzadi nodded, "Yes, it is unique. I believe that is why so many people like it." She told him. "Though, this isn't the original. I would suppose the original would look much different than this, given the fact that different people made them."

Cicero listened quietly to Islanzadi's knowledge of the painting. He was amazed that there were two copies. "Why not just paint their own work, instead of copying someone else's? There's only one of every painting in Anstopfia. " He asked as she finished.

 

[NickyKnack]

"Have you a name for our newest little lady?" Slygotha asked, bemused. She looked over at Gugol, who clumsily tore at the large carcass, getting herself coated in gore for her efforts. Once she had eaten some, she sleepily flopped down where she was, a little bloated with food. Slygotha grunted at her a little, and Gugol reluctantly made her way back to her mother, wanting only to sleep off her meal. Once she climbed next to Razeth, she hummed contentedly. Razeth, smelling the gore on his sister, started licking it off her. She squealed a little. That tickled!
Slygotha watched them carefully, in case she needed to separate them.

Reaper looked to the newcomer and searched his memories for a suitable names. "Mekarth, Nevitha or perhaps..." He smiled softly as he looked to Slygotha and offered," SlyGora?" He liked all three as possible selections. He looked down as the little girl growled and glared at her own tail, as it twitched contentedly beside her. (I have a cat that does that. ) He chuckled happily as he turned to look to Slygotha. "She's a feisty one."

 

[Bantambird]

"Nevitha sounds both regal, feminine, and, with the right title, imposing. I like that one, I think," Slygotha hummed to the remaining eggs, and to her little wyrmlings snoozing against her chest.

Reaper looked to the newcomer and searched his memories for a suitable names. "Mekarth, Nevitha or perhaps..." He smiled softly as he looked to Slygotha and offered," SlyGora?" He liked all three as possible selections. He looked down as the little girl growled and glared at her own tail, as it twitched contentedly beside her. (I have a cat that does that. ) He chuckled happily as he turned to look to Slygotha. "She's a feisty one."

 

[Garjzla]

Cicero listened quietly to Islanzadi's knowledge of the painting. He was amazed that there were two copies. "Why not just paint their own work, instead of copying someone else's? There's only one of every painting in Anstopfia. " He asked as she finished.

"I suppose it's just so others can see the artwork in person. Well, an example of it." Islanzadi guessed. "The original is in France, very far away from here."

 

[NickyKnack]

"Nevitha sounds both regal, feminine, and, with the right title, imposing. I like that one, I think," Slygotha hummed to the remaining eggs, and to her little wyrmlings snoozing against her chest.

"Nevitha it is then. I'm sure she'll be imposing and fierce." Reaper said as he looked down at the now sleeping wyrmling. He felt her slight for aginst his chest and forearm. He closed his eyes as he listened to Slygotha's humming. She knew the prettiest songs.

 

[NickyKnack]

"I suppose it's just so others can see the artwork in person. Well, an example of it." Islanzadi guessed. "The original is in France, very far away from here."

"That's unscrupulous and deceiving. What's the point of knowingly looking at a fraud? Because one's still not seeing the original. I will never understand these humans. " Cicero said with humor. He moved on to another painting and tipped his head as he tried to figure out what it was. It was an abstract.

 

[Garjzla]

"That's unscrupulous and deceiving. What's the point of knowingly looking at a fraud? Because one's still not seeing the original. I will never understand these humans. " Cicero said with humor. He moved on to another painting and tipped his head as he tried to figure out what it was. It was an abstract.

Islanzadi chuckled. "Well, I can't manage to explain all of the intentions of humans, so I'll have to agree with you." She told him.
She looked at the painting Cicero was now examining. She had never really liked abstract art, but it was interesting. She assumed Cicero knew what it was.