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[song_princess]

Name: Leanne
Date: 09/02
Format: Audio


Greetings, I have come to ask an important question. At least one that is important to one as myself. If it is of no burden, I would like to ask of you whom became monsters...

[She goes to take a deep breath and then slowly lets it out.]

How did you know what type you were changing into? How soon were you able to figure it out? And for the undesirable instincts.... How did you fight against them?

I still do not know what type I am and I cannot seem to stop the spread of the scales or the pain in my legs, no matter what I do.

Thank you for indulging one as myself.

Comments

private / voice

[electrod]

[ Oof. Illiteracy is not an unfamiliar concept to him, plenty of kids in the slums might not get this kind of education. His department, once big and bustling took people from all kinds of backgrounds, so—

So in uncharacteristically considerate, he turns on audio, and privates the conversation ]

So, did you get anything else than scales and pain with legs going? That could help narrow shit down.

private / voice

[song_princess]

[She blinks when she hears him switching to voice and then privates the conversation. Huh, that is strange.]

It seems hard to wake up in the mornings. Almost like it feels impossible to until I stay out in the sun for a long time.

[electrod]

But isn't that just a sleepy bitch disease? It doesn't have to be related to the transformation.

[ Manners are not his strong suit ]

But if it is, tough luck. I wouldn't want to be cold-blooded— in the literal sense.

[song_princess]

[She blinks and despite how rude it was sounding, she couldn't help but to giggle a little.]

It could be, my lord. I swear that I am not that much of a sleepy head.

[So much giggling and at least, thanks to his lack of manners did help her to relax a little.]

If I am changing into cold blooded, then I guess it narrows down what I can be between naga and marrow.

[electrod]

[ The giggle brings amused notes out of his own voice. Infectious. ]

At least with those mismatched seasons between city and the Wilde, there is always a place that is warm, right?

[ How the hell does it even work at all, is something he doesn't even attempt to figure out. Just throw your hands up, shout 'magic' and that's all explanation you need.

And hell, in an attempt of commiseration he shares ]

I'm growing a bunch of feathers in weird places, but they ain't pretty enough to sell for trinkets.