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Post by NPC on Oct 9, 2019 21:50:32 GMT -6
... - Show Ring ends October 23rd - - Participation Prizes - Skelly Orbaru *winner gets bothImp for participating in both VMM and the Freak show! ((Please put ALL tricks, moves, and abilities used by your contestant in an OOC line at the end of your post, even ones not done on command, else they will not be counted toward your score. Please note if you would like a Male or Female Skelly Orbaru in your first post.))
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Post by Ashe on Oct 10, 2019 18:56:53 GMT -6
Gogol Female Level: 0 Loyalty: 0 Stamina: 3 Strength: 4 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Flutter, Blind Moves: Ebil Nom, Claw, Slap Ashe truly did not know what he was doing with this beast today. Inyala was on his shoulder, not trusting the finger dragon enough to get any closer. No, she preferred to sit up here where it was safe and possibly hide in Ashe's hair if that thing looked at her wrong. Not that it could look, actually, seeing as it had no eyes and was blind, shambling around like the nature's reject that it was. She still felt like it was looking at her.The man had an assortment of wonderfully creepy and weird creatures, and it was from this cache on his farm's property, Zanarkand, that he had selected this one. The beast was still relatively new to him, and didn't have much training, but it was pretty docile as far as Ashe had interacted with it. The beast on the end of the chain leash didn't have much in the way of gender-identifying traits, but Ashe had gotten the feeling that it was female. There was always an extra air of sass and 'in charge' behavior with females, Ashe had found, and he got this feeling from Gogol even as he led her around the ring. (Female Skelly Orbaru please)
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Post by Ashe on Oct 10, 2019 19:04:07 GMT -6
Ashe didn't have a show planned, and didn't even know how to provoke it into doing any cool or creepy moves it might know, so instead he opted to try to spook the crowd. He led the beast along the side of the show ring, as close to the crowd as possible and so everyone could see it comfortably. Gogol shambled along with him, her front feet behaving like the hands they were. Did you ever see someone walk on their hands? Either with a handstand, or a wheelbarrow partner competition. There was a certain way hands folded that feet didn't do. Hands curled in with fingers and a flat palm; feet stayed in a solid shape except for the toes.
Gogol was definitely walking on hands. There was just something extra strange about her, even if people didn't clue into her appendages they would be able to figure that much out.
The rest of the dragon wasn't any less odd. Her wings, when stretched, were obviously fingers. It was like a leathery bat wing, minus the leathery skin and thicken the 'finger' bones into actual fingers. With fingernails. Yikes!
Inyala paced from shoulder to shoulder, nervous about this strange thing. Ashe murmured softly to her, trying to get her to settle down - hello, those were his shoulders! - but her pacing continued.
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Post by Ashe on Oct 10, 2019 19:08:42 GMT -6
And if that wasn't enough, if you were lucky you might be able to get a close up of her face... which was two hands coming together, and the mouth was the fingers knit together. Her lips, the fingers, moved like an Equillion's might, inquisitive and sensitive. Two long finger horns with sharpened talons on the tips. A long, sticky tongue with a finger beckoning... She stuck this tongue out at the guests gathered in the stands. The tongue extended at least a foot, with the finger twitching, as if trying to get attention. In reality, she probably had some sort of sensory input on the tip of that thing to help her see via scent and/or taste.
The clawed hands moved her forward, her ribs showing and... It almost seemed like those were fingers, too, heaving just below the surface. Their movement was certainly abnormal! But Ashe would never dissect her to find out.
Inyala was just starting to relax when she felt something on her shoulder. A finger, but smaller. She turned to see who it was and- SCREECHED. She jumped up from Ashe's shoulder and would have fallen straight to the ground if Ashe hadn't thought fast and caught her. And the cause for such a commotion became obvious - the serpent-like tail, with a hand at the end of it! Gogol had touched Inyala with that hand!
"Haha! That's all, folks!"
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Post by Renathan on Oct 10, 2019 19:27:03 GMT -6
Cyrus | Female Custom Malii | 5/7 Stamina: 3 Strength: 4 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 6 Special Abilities: Danger Sense, Speak, Float, Eidolon Endeavor, Refined Senses Moves: Shadow Bite, Spook, Foxfire, Nether Claw, Lifetap, Terror, Psychic Distortion, Dead Scream, Shackle
Renathan was not going to make a big show out of Cyrus for the Freak Show ring. Honestly, he was a bit afraid that she would act a little funky out there if he left her to her own devices for very long. He was really hoping that she would just, ah, act like anything at all really, without hurting someone else. She'd been a lot less aggressive as of late, thankfully? Renathan lead her out after the individual in front of him had went (He'd seen the strange... finger thing, and he couldn't even imagine what it was. He'd never before seen anything like it!) with her floating on the end of a rope that was clipped onto her collar. She was already looking around, her bright milky eyes looking blind upon her face, but the ones on her rump blinked creepily. "Hello there! This is my Malii, Cyrus!" He said, gesturing to her with an open palm. "She's quite odd for a malii, as you are sure to see in just a moment or two." At that, he spoke about her strange foot shackles and feather ruffs, until she yawned, opening her FREAKISHLY large mouth!
[Renathan is using Sever Bond] [I'd like the Male Skelly orbaru please. :3]
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Post by Renathan on Oct 10, 2019 19:32:29 GMT -6
Renathan cracked a grin beneath his mask, and then gestured to her large mouth. "As you can see, she has a very wide grin, and many sharp fangs." He then gently patted her chest, and she looked down at him, momentarily puffing up in an attempt to frighten him off. "She is a little tougher to deal with than most malii, certainly a bit of a freak if I do say so myself. She's smart enough to be proud of that too; I've heard her babble, sometimes. Spoken word, but she doesn't make a lot of sense yet." She was pretty quiet though, until she decided to show off a bit. She quickly 'poofed' into a bit of smoke, and Renathan took the chance to back up, looking surprised. "Oh, where did she go?" He said. She reappeared not too far away, luckily still on the leash. "Well, there she is! Cyrus, the amazing, floating, freaky Malii!" At that, he gave a quick bow, and then lead her away, before she got too confident doing weird stuff. She would have totally eaten this up if he had told her what they were doing.
[Cyrus Floats around as is natural to her and uses Spook not on command] (Done)
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Oct 15, 2019 15:46:32 GMT -6
Species: Custom Wiurn V1 Name: Azrael Gender: Male Level: 12 Loyalty: 31 Stats; Stamina: 13 Strength: 10 Resistance: 9 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 3 Raised stats: None Abilities: Fly, Thorny Body, Lifeless, Eidolon Endeavor Moves: Ebil Norm, Hydro Jet, Venom, Vanish, Hydro Sphere, Hydro Shell Tricks: Name, Come Items he wears: None Items he was groomed with:
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What makes one belong to the unusual? She can help but wonder as she watches the other contesters and how they perform. Is it how they look? Or their actual skills that make them belong with it? Looking back at Azrael she can’t help but think that he got the looks for this contest, but would his skills work in his favor as well, or against it? “Only one way is to find out I suppose.” She murmurs to herself, coming close enough to Azrael that she can pet him on the neck.. Well.. Petting might be the wrong word for it, more like thumping him on the neck with her hand against his liquid skin, making the vibration of that motion be felt more than any light pats would do against his bones. And actually allowing him to feel it more on what she is doing. The sound of soft churning water is just a tad louder when Azrael reacts to it, and slightly pushes her away with his head after a while. Telling her that is enough. She grins at him as she stops with her antics, glad she could distract him at least for the moment as he had been watching some of the contenders more intently than others while staying curled up in a rather defensive position, his tail easily at the ready should he feel the need to use it. Still, before they could take the stage as well, she thinks it might be best to rub some more scale shine on his headplate, spine and dabbing it lightly at his tail again in order to make that shine just a little bit more to get noticed as some of the shine faded when she had done it at home before coming here. Dropping her backpack softly on the ground, she is quick to take out of it the bottle of Wiurn Scale-Shine and a small cloth plus a pair of leather gloves. Unscrewing the lid, she dabs some of it on the cloth before putting the bottle on the ground with the lid screwed on tight once more and the small cloth on top for only a moment in order to put on the leather gloves and picking up the cloth again, she than started walking closer towards Azrael. “Stay still Azrael, this will only take a moment.” She murmurs as she presses with her hand his head a little downwards in order to reach the right spots, rubbing the oil on everything that isn’t his own liquid body and slowly reaching for the spots at his spine that stick out of the liquid, dabbing most of the ones she can reach as she lets go of his head and moves further downwards. The sound of soft churning water indicated Azrael’s curiosity in what she is doing, but he didn’t stop her luckily, and with a deft hand she only needed to lightly touch the part of his tail that has sharp needles sticking out of it to make them shine too. It only took overall five minutes to get it all done and feel satisfied with how he shines. “This should be enough.” Patting Azrael on the head lightly, she went to clean up her supplies and put it in the bag, grabbing the packaged meat from it in exchange to lay on the ground, and one heavy padded pillow before closing the bag and putting it back on her back again. She wasn’t sure what else she could need with what she brought along, but felt that these two will be rather important for the performance at least. Azrael Lv 11.2, LY 29.4 Twilight 0.1 (I’d like whichever Orbaru is picked the least from them please.)
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Oct 15, 2019 15:47:35 GMT -6
“Alright, show time Azrael.” She says to him as she picks up both items. “Come.” With most of the contesters done, she feels its better they do their thing now, and then find a quiet corner for Azrael to relax in again that is far away from the other creatures. Hearing one of the very few commands she had taught Azrael, he slowly uncurls his body from his resting position, stretching himself minutely before walking on all four as he thickens the liquid in his body around his claws for more stability which as a consequence has the liquid thinning out enough at the rest of the bones in his wings that he isn’t walking with but stays folded so close together with each wing that it almost looks like the fibula extends past the tibia. And with each wing having those particular bones pressed tightly against each other the normally dull thud of the bones hitting each other with the liquid acting as a barrier becomes a sharp click that when one considers it happens with each one.. it forms a strange sound whose rhythm could be considered both intriguing and unnerving to hear. Azrael while walking in such a way it could be seen as stalking his prey swerves his head to the left and right as he looks every which way. He follows behind her till she steps inside the ring after the last contester did their performances a minute ago and walks towards the middle, Azrael only hesitating slightly as he eyes the crowd with distrust once he gets to the entrance of the ring. “Come Azrael.” She calls out again when she notices he stopped for a moment at the edge of the entrance, and smiles when Azrael starts coming to the middle, the clicking of his bones as he almost seems to stalk towards her a sound that is audible to everyone in the vicinity when the crowd quiets down. Once Azrael is at her side, she puts down both the packaged meat and padded pillow on the ground in order to have her hands free to stroke his headplate that seems to shine in the light thanks to the oil, watching carefully how the white lights that his eyes represent dim and glow brighter again as if he is blinking. “Stay focused Azrael, we’ll be done soon.” She murmurs softly to him as he starts to relax, and turns around to face the judges and crowd. There is no helping it that she needs to be more attentive and focused with this show at Azrael, than pleasing the crowd or judges with introductions first. Grinning she faces the crowd and bows to them, nodding at the judges in a slightly apologetic manner for having ignored them for half a minute. “Hello all! I am Twilight, and this here is Azrael my rather unusual Wiurn that’s all liquid and bones folks!” She chuckles slightly at the variation she made on a certain saying while waving at Azrael’s direction as he starts to curl up again. Content to wait this out while he curls his tail around himself at the last part when he lies more comfortable, twitching at the tip in a way one could liken to a cat if not for how his body looks the furthest thing from it. “Azrael here,” She says his name firmly enough that he turns his head into her direction as he hears his name. “is unusual in the fact that because he is basically a skeleton with liquid added to him, he isn’t alive in the sense that most creatures would be, yet he also has a surprisingly strong will for survival, even in death. He doesn’t need to sleep, drink or even-“ She stops for a second to holds the tension in her speech as she quickly unpacks the package with meat. Grabbing one of the smaller pieces she had stuffed inside it and throws it in Azrael’s direction. He is quick to move his head in its direction and snaps up the meat from the air quickly, chewing on it slowly as he enjoys the taste and people could see the clear blue liquid from his body starts getting hints of red in it that swirls in the constant liquid circulation. “Eat!” She says with a chuckle. “But he does so enjoys the taste of it!” She claps her hands only once in delight as she waits for a bit on Azrael to be done with the meat, the chewed and consumed parts could be seen moving around in his body slowly as the sounds of popping bubbles could be heard to indicate Azrael own surprisingly cheerful mood.
Azrael on Command: Come, Name Azrael not on Command: Fancy Walk, Lay Down, Catch Twilight commenting on his abilities Lifeless and Eidolon Endeavor, while the crowd gets to watch what happens with the meat he eats and swallows for its taste. Azrael Lv 11.3, LY 30.1 Twilight 0.2
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Oct 15, 2019 15:48:25 GMT -6
She wondered if eating the meat could have caused it, as with the show ring being full of people she expected him to be more defensive with all of this, just like last time.. but maybe he had learned something from back then when he first came here for one of their shows? Ahh well, in the end it didn’t matter. Picking up the complete package of meat, and taking care not to get it in her cloths she gained Azrael’s attention once more with it. “Azrael,” She calls out to him as she slowly steps away from him, the bubbling sound of water slowly turns into soft churning as he tilts his head to the side while watching her. “Come.” She says firmly, and watches Azrael uncurl himself from his laid down position, swishing his tail full of gleaming black needle-sharp points in a sweeping motion behind him that allows the crowd incidentally to see just how long and dangerous his tail actually is. Certainly more than one and a half his body length when only measuring it from the nose till the start of his tail, and shows just why he seems to curl it around his body in protection whenever he is resting. Slowly Azrael comes closer to the bleachers where the clicking of his wing bones is heard even better, not to mention the bits of meat one can see is flowing easily within the liquid of his body, casting what she could certainly interpretant as a wary eye to the crowd, but with how well behaved he is currently, she doesn’t think he will cause any trouble by being so close to the crowd. Walking further along the bleachers while picking a small piece of meat, she shows it to Azrael so that he follows along with her, only going to the middle again when they did a complete circuit that way, and throws the meat at Azrael. He is quick to snap it up out of the air, sitting down and curling his tail around himself once more as he chews on the meat and eyes the crowd.
Azrael on Command: Name, Come Azrael not on Command: Fancy Walk, Follow, Catch, Sit Azrael shows off his ability Thorny Body with his tail. Azrael Lv 11,4 LY 30,3 Twilight 0.3
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Oct 15, 2019 15:49:13 GMT -6
‘Maybe I should try showing something that isn’t normal for a Wiurn to have?’ She thinks while eyeing Azrael, his venom would be off the list as while rare, some breeds of Wiurns do have it, and she’d rather not get bitten by him again like the last contest she entered with him. So that leaves her with.. “Vanish.. But how to make him do it?” She mutters while eyeing him. How could she make him want to use that? Letting him show off his attacks sounds more easier than this. But perhaps? Seeing as she still carries the meat she shows it to Azrael with a grin, catching his attention, and then turns around as it hiding the meat. The soft churning of water that moves around Azrael’s body makes his intent known as he starts to stand up and uncurls his tail so that it lays behind him, his head tilted a little to the side before stepping closer to her and using his headplate to push her lightly. Grinning she takes a step to the side and shows the meat again before hiding the contents by turning around, and a moment later feels him nudge her again. So she repeated her actions and took a few steps farther away from him. The churning of water seems to get louder, making her tense as she eyes him carefully to see what he is planning. She hopes he isn’t getting angry at her refusal to give him his food, but as the sound could indicate three things when it comes to his mood, she hopes it is only irritation that he feels. ‘Come and get it Azrael, I know you can do it.’ She thinks while tensing further and stepping away more from him as he takes a step closer in her direction, she hears the churning sound of water become softer as Azrael stops, eyeing her to see if he could see anything she is planning to do. But really, the only thing she is doing is showing the meat, and hiding it from sight. The stare down seemed to last for minutes as each eyed what the other is doing, until finally Azrael seems to come to a decision. He starts to back away from her, eyeing her only one more time before turning and.. Is he leaving the ring?
Azrael Lv 12,0, LY 31,0 Twilight 0.4
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Oct 15, 2019 15:54:50 GMT -6
She watches flabbergasted as Azrael seems to start heading for the exit, his tail sweeping behind him in a carefree manner, and just before he takes the last step to the exit, he vanishes.. ‘Wait what?’ Apparently he did somehow used the move she was aiming for, but with how he did it is leaving her uneasy. ‘Where?!’ It takes her a moment, but she hears the clicking of his bones coming from somewhere. It makes her want to grip the package tighter if not for the fact that it will more then likely ruin her clothes and grosses out the crowd to have blood in them. ‘Where are you now?’ She turns so her back is to the bleachers, the crowd has grown silent with her, tense in what is going to happen as they all know a large predator is somewhere here now. Maybe still in the ring, maybe already gone at the waiting area, or perhaps even in the crowd? Hiding until he has reached his goal.. ‘Is that where he is?’ She thinks while squinting her eyes at one ‘corner’ if you could call it that to her right. The clicking of bones is there, but it starts to become dull. Did he notice he could be tracked down by sound? It seemed likely as the sound of bones clicking together becomes so faint that the noise of the people breathing around her tensely is louder than his movements. She feels like prey as she starts walking more to her left, away from where she thinks she heard Azrael is but at a certain point she felt like she hit a wall and nearly falls before correcting her posture. The sound of bubbles coming to the water’s surface and the feeling of something invisible grabbing the package from her hands in one fell swoop didn’t make her doubt at all who exactly it was that did it, and sees the packed with meat get slightly thrown in the air before he appears all of a sudden and bites down hard on the package, blood and small pieces of meat drip down from his chin as he starts chewing on both the paper it was packaged in and the meat as she stumbles from him in surprise.
The loud crunches of bones breaking from the pieces of larger meat she hadn’t taken them out of made her and likely the crowd aware with just how much biting strength he has in them. Seeing as Azrael kept himself busy with eating all of his treats, even the ones fallen on the ground, and becoming only redder instead of a clear transparent blue due to the consumption of both the blood and fresh cow meat, mixed with streaks of brown paper that has become mush and white bone splinters while floating inside his body makes her feel it is time to say good bye to the crowd and judges. Walking towards the middle of the ring, she hopes she still looks just as composed as she was in the beginning, and smiles brightly at the crowd and judges, ignoring the sounds of Azrael still eating the last bits of his food. “Well everyone, this is it. I hope you enjoyed the show. He certainly showed quite a few interesting and unusual things a normal Wiurn couldn’t do, right?” She gained a few nervous chuckles from it, most of it coming from the crowd the farthest away from Azrael. He likely has made them feel quite intimidated with his disappearing act. It can’t be helped now she supposes. “In any case, Azrael and I bid you a pleasant day further.” She bows to the crowd, giving them a pleasant smile as she picks up from the ground the padded pillow she didn’t need to end up using. “Come Azrael!” She says in a firm tone as Azrael seems like it is sniffing the ground, a pocked of air more reminiscent like a balloon could be faintly seen expanding and contracting inside his throat while he licks with his tongue solely made out of liquid every few moments at a patch on the upper part of his skull behind his teeth. “Come.” She repeats again, finally gaining his attention as he starts focusing on her and slowly starts following after her now that all the pieces of meat are in his body. The clicking of bones has become more a dull sound that those closest in the crowd could see Azrael has coated a thicker layer of liquid around them to cover up the noise while he follows after the women Twilight with what one might think of as satisfaction with how he holds his posture all the way till they are gone once more.
Azrael on Command: Name, Come Azrael not on Command: Vanish, Crunch Azrael Lv 12.1, LY 31,2 Twilight 0.5 - Logged
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Post by Jack on Oct 17, 2019 8:33:48 GMT -6
Name: Ergo Gender: Male Age: Adult Species: Equiloss StatsLevel: 22 Loyalty: 24 Cunning: 3 Animal Average Top Speed: 30 mph, 30 (Flying) Power Levels: 6 Special Requirements: None Notes: None Stamina: 4 Strength: 2 Resistance: 3 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 17 Special Abilities: Light Resistance, Shadow Weakness, Fly Moves: Bound, Psychic Distortion, Intangible Body Size Chart Reference: 5 KnowsTolerance (2) Tack Up (1) Carry Rider (2) Bridle Knowledge (1) Fly (3) Higher (2) Dive (2) Land (1) =14 Jack wasn't too keen on this one, but she had a decent animal to bring along she figured. He was freakish to her at least! She patted him on the side as others went before them and then finally went into the center of the ring with him. "This is Ergo," the woman announced, patting him on the side again, "He's an Equillion and Golossle halfbreed, an Equiloss. The only training he has at the moment is mount training and some flying training sadly, so nothing too exciting, but he's incredibly smart and can probably melt my brain if he wanted to. It's a good thing he likes me..." Smiling a little, she led him around so people could see him well and then went back to sit down in her chair again, Ergo standing next to her, sniffing the air with glazed over eyes. He was a strange one indeed, she was never quite comfortable with him, maybe once she trained him up well. ((Female Skelly Orbaru please!))
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Oct 18, 2019 15:19:49 GMT -6
Fiera watched carefully as the other competitors went on, one after the other. She cringed slightly after each one. Had she walked into the wrong contest? She glanced over at Lionel, safe in a little basket she had slung under one arm. The others had all been big, terrifying in nature. Slavering teeth, unnatural movements, odd looks. Lionel was... not that. He was a 'freak' of sorts, of course, but not in the manner the audience was expecting, she though. He was tiny, sick and frail- freakish in that it was a wonder that he was alive at all. Still, with any luck the audience would appreciate him, and his unique brand of 'ugly-cute'. Then, the signal came- she was being waved on. She skipped out onto the stage, giving the audience her characteristic wave. For the last competition she had been wearing a slinky 'witch' costume, but this time she had on a poofy orange ensemble that resembled a pumpkin... so long as you turned your head and squinted a bit.
"Hello, my dearests! I've got a lovely surprise for you all today!" She said, setting the basket down on the ground. She waited a moment, a pregnant pause, before opening it with a flourish. "This here is Lionel!" She said, holding him up for the crowd to see. Even though his eyesight was weak, she could tell the lights still bothered him- his eyes immediately started watering, giving him an even more pathetic appearance. "He's a ghaenelt! Stagnant, of course." Apparently that meant something to this specific crowd- a murmur went out. "Let me show you what he can do." She continued, setting him on the ground. He stood for a moment on his own, feebly, before collapsing.
"Lionel!" She said quietly, gently getting his attention. "Ready? Play dead!" Lionel looked at her a moment, before keeling over onto his side. His legs went completely limp, his tongue lolled out, and he even appeared to stop breathing. That certainly got the crowd going, making people lean over in their seats. It wasn't often that a competitor died on stage! Fiera gave them a moment to worry, even putting on a fake expression of concern herself- before she split into a smile and snapped her fingers. "Squirm, Lionel!" She said, and he immediately burst into action... or at least as much action as he could muster, rolling around weakly and flailing his tiny legs.
"He sure had you fooled, huh?" She said, addressing the crowd. "What a trickster!" With that, she scooped Lionel up into her arms, picking up the basket with the other. "That's all for us today! Buh bye everyone. And Lionel? Why don't you give the audience a nice grin?" She said, gesturing to the crowd. Sure enough, Lionel gave them the best approximation of a smile that a creature like him could muster- open mouthed, missing several teeth, and with a long dribble of acidic drool pouring out to one side, hissing against the ground. As gross as it was, Fiera knew it was perfect, and bounced away off stage. They couldn't have done any better than that!
((Lionel uses Name, Play Dead, Squirm, and Grin on command. Agony implied, not on command.
Male skelly please!))
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