*Hidden Nature* A Shapeshifting RP

[NickyKnack]

Islanzadi marveled at how detailed the statue was. Sure, she could draw, but using clay was completely different and probably extremely difficult. But she wasn't sure, she had never tried.

"This is brilliant. Elves don't really make statues, do fairies?" Islanzadi asked Cicero curiously, being very quiet so nobody overheard.

Cicero nodded and said, "Yes, we have a few. They are mostly of historical figures. But we mainly have the paintings of the royalty. "

 

[Bantambird]

Reaper sleeps on, blissfully under the cloak of exhaustion. He was catching up, because after the wyrmlings hatched, there would be no time for that.

The violent egg suddenly stopped rocking. It got quiet within for a minute, when suddenly it busted through the cap of the egg like the top of a volcano blowing out. A slimy shiny black wyrmling poked out, tumbling out like a big sticky puppy, its tiny wings plastered to its sides. It sneezed several times, blinking in the dimly lit cavern. It stood on wobbly legs, vocalizing loudly at the suddenly big world.
Slygotha nabbed the newly hatched wyrmling, bringing the slime coated babe close to her warm body to calm it down and soothe its cries. "Welcome to the world, little one,"she whispered.

 

[Garjzla]

Cicero nodded and said, "Yes, we have a few. They are mostly of historical figures. But we mainly have the paintings of the royalty. "

"I've always slightly envied individuals who have mastered making nearly perfect replicas of a person. I of course cannot have every hobby in the world, and balance it out with my work. So I've only stuck with drawing, and haven't learned any other artistic skills." Islanzadi told him honestly and shrugged slightly.
"Maybe one day I will try it, and cease drawing for a time."

 

[NickyKnack]

The violent egg suddenly stopped rocking. It got quiet within for a minute, when suddenly it busted through the cap of the egg like the top of a volcano blowing out. A slimy shiny black wyrmling poked out, tumbling out like a big sticky puppy, its tiny wings plastered to its sides. It sneezed several times, blinking in the dimly lit cavern. It stood on wobbly legs, vocalizing loudly at the suddenly big world.
Slygotha nabbed the newly hatched wyrmling, bringing the slime coated babe close to her warm body to calm it down and soothe its cries. "Welcome to the world, little one,"she whispered.

Reaper awoke at the slightest provocation. He looked to the egg cracking open with velocity. He watched in stunned silence as the first wyrmling to arrive. He nuzzled his mate his mutual pride and admiration. "What a fine wyrmling you are, young one." He replied softly.

 

[NickyKnack]

"I've always slightly envied individuals who have mastered making nearly perfect replicas of a person. I of course cannot have every hobby in the world, and balance it out with my work. So I've only stuck with drawing, and haven't learned any other artistic skills." Islanzadi told him honestly and shrugged slightly.
"Maybe one day I will try it, and cease drawing for a time."

Cicero listened as the moved on to the next I item. "From what I've seen, sculpture is just a 3D drawing. You already have an eye for details. I believe with trial and error, you could easily master sculpture. " He said thoughtfully. The work was done beautifully in the next sculpture.

 

[Bantambird]

Reaper awoke at the slightest provocation. He looked to the egg cracking open with velocity. He watched in stunned silence as the first wyrmling to arrive. He nuzzled his mate his mutual pride and admiration. "What a fine wyrmling you are, young one." He replied softly.

Sniffing the newly hatched little one, she looked it over carefully, checking for defects and gender. " It's a male! You have a son, Reaper! A fine son, headstrong, and a good set of lungs," Slygotha laughed, proud of their new wyrmling. " Will you do the honor of naming your son?"

 

[Garjzla]

Cicero listened as the moved on to the next I item. "From what I've seen, sculpture is just a 3D drawing. You already have an eye for details. I believe with trial and error, you could easily master sculpture. " He said thoughtfully. The work was done beautifully in the next sculpture.

"Yes. I should make at least a few attempts sometime soon." Islanzadi said as she closely examined the sculpture they were now looking at. "You are very encouraging, you know." She smiled at him.

 

[NickyKnack]

Sniffing the newly hatched little one, she looked it over carefully, checking for defects and gender. " It's a male! You have a son, Reaper! A fine son, headstrong, and a good set of lungs," Slygotha laughed, proud of their new wyrmling. " Will you do the honor of naming your son?"

Reaper straightened with a serpentine smile and laughed softly. "A son!
My love, I thought we were to wait a bit? But I have a name in mind. What do you think off....Razeth?" He asked curiously.

 

[NickyKnack]

"Yes. I should make at least a few attempts sometime soon." Islanzadi said as she closely examined the sculpture they were now looking at. "You are very encouraging, you know." She smiled at him.

"Talent such as yours, shouldn't be limited to just one medium. Perhaps you could sculpt me. I could make a decent model. " Cicero said with enthusiasm as he assumed a noble pose. "What do you think? Do I have potential?" He asked curiously.

 

[Bantambird]

" When you had talked of needing to tell them apart, I realized that you were right. We couldn't very well call them by the number order in which they hatched out!" Slygotha grinned sheepishly, surprising herself in how attached she was becoming to these wyrmlings. She hadn't even met him for more than 5 minutes!
"Razeth. It sounds vicious enough. It has a slightly biting edge to it, no?"