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1/3 open post

Who: Niles, Azura, Henry, and anyone in the Outpost.
When: Backdated to the 5th.
Where: The Outpost, then Aefenglom
What: Full shifted form shenanigans!
Warnings: Painful tf description in first prompt.

The Change: Closed to Henry

As far as Niles is concerned, every monstrous change he's "endured" has only made him more sexy and powerful. The social stigmas associated with being a chimera were frustrating to the extreme, but honestly the othering, mistrust, and suspicion he's all used to. So this month, as the moon rises and he feels it's pull on him dragging something more out of him, excitement easily wins out over apprehension. And whatever change is coming is big. Bigger than gaining his tail even. Remembering that night vividly, he quickly kicks off his pants. He liked that pair and wished them no ill will. He breathes deeply, preparing for the tingling of rapidly growing fur to build into the ache and burn of shifting bone and muscle.

As his last act before he's incapacitated by the rearranging of his spine and limbs and skull he scrambles into bed, and tugs the band of his eyepatch loose. Through all of it, his expression holds a smile. Or at least until his face stopped being human enough to convey it. Once he weathered this storm he was about to have a fun night.

The Outpost: Open

The blissfully cool night air ruffles the thick fur of his newly comprehensive coat. Now that Henry's put his eyepatch back on, (tied a little clumsily but they made it work), Niles is ready to go. New powers came in waves here, and he's sure he's not the only one needing to give a new form a test run. All that chaos, and the added anonymity of being plausibly mistaken for a turnskin if he stuck to the shadows, meant that this was the best time to risk a trip to Azura. But that would be a very serious conversation, he needed to be composed and contritious, and with all this energy buzzing in his veins he's not going to be able to think through the right words.

So he'll just take a hot minute to blow off some steam first. He leaps off the platform with a an absolutely delighted bounce, bouncing off of the lower limbs of the massive trees with ease. He is taking 0 fall damage. If he gets the sense that someone's watching him he'll turn back at them, claw at the side of the trunk vigorously, then jump down to the ground. How about you meet him in the pit?

Aefenglom:Closed to Azura

[The trip to Azura's home in the coven was more perilous than he anticipated. This absolutely infernal heat. And so when he finally arrives at Azura's door he doesn't have the patience or energy to find a less obtrusive way to get in. As he found out earlier with Henry, language isn't really in his wheelhouse yet but he does his best.]

AArruuhhaahh..!!

[His ears go flat. Shit that was way too loud. He doesn't try again, opting instead to reach up and scratch pitifully at the doorframe.]

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[ Hey, now, this is his house, too. Did he not take his key with? Oh, right, he didn't, beCAUSE HE RAN AWAY AFTER HE FAKED HIS DEATH!!

He's lucky she was in the living room, otherwise she might not have heard him on the first yelp. She does, though, and it's...spooky? What the fuck was that? Who even is at the door? She gets her lance and looks through the peephole.

It's a giant cat? Actually, that looks like the same kind of cat that Ni--

......

This fucking guy.

She sets the lance down again and opens the door just wide enough for him to slip through. ]

Gods above, you nearly gave me a heart attack!

[He pushes past her with a sense of urgency, then once fully inside the temperature controlled space flops to his side, tongue hanging out and panting. Just. Give him a minute here.

He makes a quiet, breathy sort of grunt, trying not to repeat the dissonant yowl earlier. He feels like he should be able to talk. Myr could back last October...He'll just have to keep working on it. He rolls on the ground until he's looking up at her from the floor, then repeats the noise, trying a little harder to get the right sort of vowel.]

uhhrrrra.

[ She drops to her knees next to him and in a few seconds, the patch of floor underneath him starts to turn cold and frigid.

Ice magic is handy when your boyfriend is a giant snow cat. ]

Hmm? Can you not speak?

[Oh, oh that's nice. He rolls over so his back is pressed against the chilled surface and stretches, eye blinking slowly at her as he shakes his head. He starts purring though, and even scoots his head over so that he can give her arm a nuzzle. It's good to see her again, even if their communication is even more difficult than usual.

He leans into their bond in a sense, letting himself feel his gratitude loudly, openly. Not just for the helpful spell, but simply for her. Coming here today he did have an agenda and he'll get to communicating it in a moment, but apart from that he wanted to show her that he would come back for her, as often as he was able without dragging her down with him.]

[ petting his fluffy head. yes, yes, Niles, you're very cute and she's happy to see you, too. ]

Do you have any idea why you happen to be stuck as a cat, at the moment?

[ a yes or no type answer will do, she figures he can manage that much without speech

(sorry, she's stuck on that part right now. why is he full cat?? what happened???) ]

[Oh he knows all right, and he thinks he can manage to get the point across, even with the limited sounds available to him. He nods, and gestures a paw over at the window for good measure.]

Mmooo..rmm [Well that was higher pitched than he expected. And not quite right.] Mooo..hhn.

[Okay that was close enough, right? He paws at the air again, vaguely in the direction of the moonlight coming in through the curtains.]

Edited 2020-07-30 00:03 (UTC)

[ Following his line of direction--the moon? ]

The full moon? [ an eyebrow quirk ] I wonder why now. You've been here longer than I, haven't you? And I haven't seen you turn wholly into a cat before.

[ --okay fine ear scritches commencing why is he like this, he knows all of her buttons to push. god, man. ]

[He wasn't the only one to have shifted, it seems to have been a sweeping effect, like some of the other temporary changes in the past. Just like the month where he'd had four legs for a bit. He sure hopes this doesn't last all month. Even if he managed to get better at talking, he knows he's going to miss thumbs sooner rather than later. But that's all well out of his ability to communicate right now.

He sort of wiggles on the floor, the best approximation of a shrug he can do. The bottom line was he didn't really know either. Then he flumps over to his side in order to push his head up into her hand in clear feline delight. Ear scritches feel even better in this form somehow.]

[ she will pet the kitty head, yes.

Although, seeing all of this prompts her to think of something that hasn't occurred to her before. Azura taps his nose to hopefully snap him out of whatever feline trance he's slipping into. ]

Niles? Ah, there's something I'm curious about, though I presume it's a bit odd. [ a light tilt of the head ] Is having animal appendages comfortable? Do you ever yearn to have human ears and feet back?

[ ...... ]

If, er, the response is one you're able to convey.

[ picked the wrong time to have the navel-gazey question for him ]

[He pulls his nose back with a little hhff of breath, then tilts his head after her question. He rolls a little further then sits up. He knows the answer and thinks he can convey that, yeah. He reaches up and drags a paw over one of his ears a time or two, then shakes his head no. The ears are more than just an attractive and entertaining modification, they come with heightened senses that he wouldn't give up for anything. He thought he had good hearing before, but the ability to rotate and tilt his ears individually took it to a whole new level.

He then sticks a foot out forward, and gives his back paw a few licks. This time he nods. Hooves were...not always the most convenient.]

Edited 2020-08-03 06:46 (UTC)

So...a no to your ears, but a yes to your feet?

[ rolling it around in her head a little

actually that makes her want to touch his cat feet, now. can she touch the beans a lil? she's going to poke but look like she's not interested. ]

[He nods, mute communication isn't too hard after all. But oh, he sees that nonchalant gesture, and the pointed averted gaze. She had that for his ears and tail early on. If he could chuckle he would. Instead he streeetches out his leg, toe beans splaying out momentarily, before plopping the foot directly into her lap.

Go ahead. His new feet are broad and gloriously fluffy.]

[They meet in the pit all right-- and Lorenz barely manages to leap out of the way before the strange, cat-like creature lands on the ground before him.

Agitated, he shook his deer-head. Lorenz had taken to the outpost in an attempt to escape the heatwave that had beset Aefenglom, but he hadn't expected... this. The rising of the moons had found him transforming into a deer with a proud silhouette... and a very purple coat.

Words will still difficult for him, but he stamped on the ground with his hooves and shook his head vigorously. Watch it!]

[Oh he's watching it. What a rack. He spends a moment feeling exasperated he can't be crass about it, but in his current state he's got a lot more direct way of being a nuisance.

He springs back at the stamping hooves, but rather than backing off, he crouches low to the ground. His wide snowshoe-like paws keep him from sinking too far into the snow, meaning that the way he's shifting his weight on his hind legs is plenty visible. He telegraphs his pounce, but it's not a playful feint. He's aiming to get his forelimbs fully around Lorenz's neck, although he'll be...sparing with his claws if he lands true.]

[Had he a voice, he would have broken decorum and sworn!

As it were, all Lorenz could do was spring backwards, unheedful of his surroundings, and throw himself into a snowbank in order to get away from the massive feline. Without his legs, without his lance, he had no idea what to do.

He didn't know who this was to attempt to divine what they were doing... if they were Mirrorbound at all.]

Eventually, on the way back it's too much. He's almost dizzy. He needs to cool off. He has to lie down. He finds an alleyway to lie in and stretches out, chest rapidly rising and falling. It's still early in the evening. It'll get cooler. If he can just rest...and wait this out....conserve energy now...

He's out, but it's the characteristic light and highly alert sleep of a cautious feline.

[L's exile, while largely self-imposed, feels necessary. He isn't incapable of speech or using his magic, but the mutilation of his tongue and hands continues to pose struggles and challenges. Someone shabby, accustomed to disappearing easily when his situation required it, has become the sheer embodiment of need and inadequacy, and it's not a position he's at ease occupying.

Even those who truly care for him feel like they're gritting their teeth, going through the motions, fulfilling a duty that they must in the form of a broken mess left behind after a disaster, while delicately not voicing that perhaps it might have been better if the disaster had left nothing at all. These days, L's fantasies occupy two distinct moods: smudging away Myr's burden like a dream upon waking, and making Niles' life as miserable as possible with every available moment.

Opportunities, now more than ever, shouldn't be wasted. And on this oppressively hot day, his scrying basin shows him one that's rather too good to pass up, and when the Sun is still in the sky but beginning to set, he ventures out, overdressed for the weather, but with plenty of pockets to conceal what remains of his hands.

He knows who to find, and where to find him. It's almost pathetically easy, but wasn't it pathetically easy for L to Niles to divide him into pieces when he was drugged, silenced and tied down? One is one, and he approaches the panting animal in silence.

He keeps a safe distance at first, steps soft. A leather strap is tightened around his wrist, useful for holding implements. Typically it's most useful for meals, when slipping a fork between the strap and his flesh is the most elegant solution... but it can also hold a blade. Not that he's likely to need one, when Niles is shedding so generously.]

[His ears swivel in the direction of the footsteps, but otherwise he doesn't move. Probably just somebody walking by. Lay still, they'll pass, then he can slip back into his nap seamlessly. But they don't recede. They creep closer. The more he pays attention to the sounds of he steps themselves, the more suspicious he's getting. They're quiet and soft and slow. Someone's being careful. Someone's coming closer. Still, it's not until L is maybe two yards away that Niles' eye snaps open. The unmistakable dark eyes peering down at him cause a much needed bolt of frigid panic to shoot down his spine.

He rolls to get his feet under him, but doesn't lift himself off the ground. His lips draw back in a snarl, but soon he has to break it off in favor of panting once more. He's staring L down, but his gaze is unfocused and dim. His time in the shade had built up some reserves of energy for him, but clearly not much.]

Edited 2020-07-26 06:55 (UTC)

[Niles is right to feel panic. Anyone sane would, knowing what they did, what qualifies as revenge in the mind of someone this twisted and mangled by spite.]

Shhh.

[Would would sound soothing in someone else's mouth sounds sinister in L's. Maybe it's the forked tongue, courtesy of Niles' claw. Rather than speaking in his new and imprecise way, Niles will hear a familiar voice in his own mind, smooth and soft and integrating very naturally with his gray matter.]

This'll go so much more easily if you don't fight it.

[That horribly familiar sensation pulls a snarl right back out. This one louder, and more sustained. Yet in direct contrast, he shuffles backwards until his back presses against the wall behind him. He ducks his head, partly displaying his horns, but partly to bring his paw up and drag the back of it against his brow and down his muzzle, as if trying to wipe L's voice way with a physical gesture. He's a mess of mixed messages, displaying openly his desire for fight and flight. The last person who'd whispered in his mind had proceeded to bend and shape it to suit him...right up until he wound up writhing on the ground clutching his chest.

If L wanted to throw away all of Niles' considerable effort to keep him breathing, then so be it. He would not let L get even half as far as the Squip had.]

Get out, get out, get out or I'll lay you out just like I did him.

[Communicating telepathically is a relatively new discipline for L. It's easiest with Myr, but either because there's a perverse bond through the trauma they've subjected each other to, or a very real one as a result of the small amount of blood they've incidentally exchanged, he can manage it with Niles with surprising effectiveness.

He remains outside of striking distance, while still standing his ground, making it clear that he's not going to back away or quail away from the chimera's lashing out.]

You won't. Recall that I'm not a sadist; I didn't go outside in this heat just to torture a dumb beast.

[He takes another step closer. He suspects that just pulling a clump of hair out would be easy enough, even without shears or a knife. Convenient, given his limitations.]

You actually took that on, yourself, making you something of a masochist, perhaps.

[Niles hunkers down. He knows L bears him plenty of ill will, but what he says rings true. Even the Squip had waited to get him somewhere private before truly working on him. Trying anything particularly drastic in the middle of a public, (if somewhat sheltered), place wasn't L's style.He's still on high alert, but with a concerted effort, he lowers his tail to the ground, unable to fully stop it from flicking across the cobblestones in jerky angry motions.

Maybe he's lowering his weapon, but on the other hand, a lateral strike from the ground had a broader target. As for that accusation, Niles does his best imitation of rolling his eye. It's more of a roll of his shoulders and a tilt of his head. If that doesn't get the message across, he follows it up with a dismissive snort.]

I don't exactly try to hide it, and if you think you're doing a good job of hiding that yourself, think again.

[He's seen more than enough to peg L as the pot diagnosing the kettle.]

I have a lot of time to think, these days. Still not a sadist, unlike you.

[L's pretty adamant. Even if there's more truth to it than he'll ever admit, he seems genuinely convinced that it's not the case.]

One is one. I care about justice; you're still alive, not serving any kind of sentence. Someone has to make you pay a fair price for what you did, and while you took away a lot of what I could do, I can still punish you while enjoying no part of the process.

[The words fly by more swiftly and smoothly than they would if they were being spoken aloud, and he takes a step closer, testing this. Niles seems exhausted, but he doesn't put it past the one-eyed chimera to rally for one or two snarling surges of energy. Better if he can avoid that, crippled as he is, angry as he is.]

[He doesn't respond to the advance physically this time. He just stays, hunched and ready. Go ahead, keep inching closer, see where it gets him. L's now well within his range to pounce given how far he can leap, but he's not going to be the one to raise this to a physical confrontation if it doesn't have to come to that.]

Oh but you will enjoy it. The self satisfaction of retribution isn't some noble pursuit. You just need to have someone you can say has earned your cruelty before you indulge yourself.

Edited 2020-07-31 10:53 (UTC)

[With every careful step, L is weighing and measuring just how strong Niles appears, just how capably he can defend himself should it come to that. Niles, by now, must be aware that he's far from magically helpless in spite of the brutal precautions taken, but the process has been one he's needed to relearn without the tactile comfort of fingers or the whispering rustle of precise syllables that never failed to produce exactly the desired results.

Things are different now. Still powerful, just volatile. He wants to be sure that works in his favor if Niles does decide to pounce, and if that happens, he can at least be certain that it will hurt. He just has to take care that it won't kill the already-enfeebled chimera.]

You know as well as I do that you've earned cruelty. Maybe you'll feel better, too.

[Niles sighs, dismissive, but also a steadying exhale. L's willfully blind to parts of his nature, and adamant about it. Niles grows bored of circular debate.]

Go on then, make your move.

[He'd promised no torture earlier, although they've previously had wildly different definitions of the word. No matter what other parts of this whole thing had collapsed, the refined illusion magic, the encompassing memory recreation was gone. Whatever he did now would be some gesture, some petty torment.

The thing at the lake was hardly more than tricks of the light after all. All smoke and mirror, shadow and darkness. The cloth awkwardly wrapped around the newly shaped scar and socket beg to differ.]

[Something about Niles' response hardens L's dark eyes further. Perhaps it's the flippancy, the air of dismissal, but his steps take on a more confident and resolute stride, and as he crouches next to the chimera, it's a smooth and deliberate motion.

He reaches out. Grasps bluntly with a fingerless hand that folds into a shape adequate for the unspecialized task, twists and pulls more hair than he needs from Niles' flank.

He didn't have to be here for this, even to obtain these things. Niles' missing eyepatch is also proof of this, L's last trophy. His audacity is born of restlessness and desperation, these days, because freeing Myr from the ugliness of his oblivion can be as kind and inevitable as possible. Men like L meet their end all the time, actively court it, in fact... and while he can't feel entitled to the love of someone better than he is? He already feels that he owns a piece of Niles, something sharp and sinking that clutches bloodily and doesn't let go. It's awful, and gruesome, and probably deadly, and it's undeniably his without guilt or shame.

It's a heady thing to not feel those things, when they permeate every other aspect of the detective's current existence. Addictive, even.]

[His side twitches at the contact, but the hair comes away without him really even feeling it. Was L actually being gentle for some reason, or was he really just shedding that heavily? Maybe it was some kind of high brow gesture about power. Whatever.

Instead of any stinger based retaliation, (he really wanted to just slap L across the face with it more than anything), he pushes off his front legs with his head bowed. He feline instincts might dominate his personality, but the rage and impudence of the goat was strong in him too. This wasn't a goring or venomous strike, just a hard blow to the gut. Insult and injury together packaged neatly together.]

Edited 2020-08-28 21:26 (UTC)

[It's a little disappointing, to get even more cat hair due to the heaviness of Niles' shedding. More resistance would have been more satisfying, maybe even a little bit of blood, but... no, the follicles part ways amicably from the overheating monster. L's teeth tug at the leather cord of a small pouch, where the sweaty clump of hair goes for safekeeping...

...only for Niles' horns to punch him squarely in his bony midsection, with no protective pad of muscle or fat to cushion it. A rib might have cracked; he's not sure, but he's rather winded, regardless.

Reflexively, one of his mutilated hands shoots out in Niles' direction. Physical contact isn't established, but an absolutely searing cage of electricity bundles and constricts the chimera. While the electricity is intentionally weak (since cardiac arrest isn't L's aim), the already oppressive heat will doubtless feel unbearable so long as it remains intact.]

[Niles barely feels the collision with L against his skull, and he's reminded again just how frail the man is. He doesn't have time to wonder what kind of damage he might have done, because sure enough L is responding with an exponential increase in force.

The suffocating heat was the kind of overwhelmingly uncomfortable that even Niles can't quite get behind enjoying. The searing crackle of electricity however is quite the opposite, and Niles' eyes brighten for more than one reason. His body seizes and thrashes as it instinctively throws himself away from the thunder's source. Laid out on the ground, body aching and head clanging with mixed signals from senses addled by lightning, he can't quite laugh at L's outburst, but the tone of his mental voice is mocking.]

Ah yes, punish the masochist with a slap on the wrist. I'm sure that'll teach me my lesson.

[L's not thinking about how hard he went down, or how he'll explain to a healer just how he managed this kind of injury on a day most people consider too disgustingly hot to move at all. His focus isn't even on the pain or the choking way his breath isn't moving as easily through his lungs; he's too bent on holding and squeezing that cage around Niles.

By the time it breaks, he's a bit more breathless, but far from spent, if Niles really wants to test him again. It's all a matter of making sure he has enough in him to teleport away, when the time comes.]

You should really phrase things more carefully. Suffering isn't universally appealing to you, as both of us are quite aware.

[A long huff of breath through his nose overlays his words. Not exactly a growl, more a grumble.]

You do love your semantics.

[And then he pulls himself up to a sitting position. He lowers his head again, but slowly and smoothly. His horns are pointed squarely at L again, but the purpose of the gesture is to drag his tongue across the now static-prickled fur of his front leg.]

[Instinctively, L braces, because he can't afford another blow. Maybe he can't move out of the way quickly enough without teleporting; as long as he doesn't cast anything else, he'll have the power to do that at least once.

He can resist further parting shots, though; he never can.]

I'll test that, you know. Just how much you may or may not love pain.

[There's a reason he came for the fur, after all. It'll go nicely with the eye patch.]

[He continues grooming himself, occasionally reaching recently licked paw up to drag over one of his ears. He's cautious there though, giving the strap of his makeshift eyepatch, (just a well wrapped strip of fabric really), a wide berth so as not to dislodge it.]

You won't be the first person determined to find my boundaries for the sole purpose of crossing them.

[He sounds bored. This is a game he's played before, a dance he knows the steps to. ]

Maybe.

[His elbow presses against the smarting spot on his ribs, applying subtle pressure. It's just bruised, if he's lucky. If it's cracked... well. He'll just have to come up with something that doesn't endanger his ability to keep coming after Niles this way, both in-person and remotely.]

We both know that's where the similarities end.

[L is entitled to this; he has every good reason, every grudge and every debt belongs uniquely to him. His pursuit won't end until he does; they both know that, too.]

[L's denial is a slowly building irritation to him. At first funny, but starting to go sour in its repetition and sickly sincerity. He stops grooming, places his foot on the cobblestones.]

No, you want that to be where the similarities end.

[The cool shadow of the alleyway he'd tucked himself into now stretched further down the street. The air was getting lighter and cooler, and in equal measures Niles is becoming more alert. L's big move was underwhelming so far to say the least, he almost wants to give him another pass at it. Each strike that L takes that are even slightly less hideous than the illusion he'd lived through feels like a victory to him. So he sits again, laying down on his right side and idly stretches a paw out towards the end of the alley where L stands.]

But I've seen all manner of monsters, and you're just familiar parts in a new order.

[The sincerity, at least, is real. L can lie with the best of them, might in fact be the best of them, but in the rare instances he feels true conviction, it's a clear and powerful brand that is almost childlike in its purity. Why else would he feel he has the right to every desired piece of someone else, when even living among other humans in society wasn't accessible to him, once?

He'd be insulted, at least, if he knew that Niles believed his attack underwhelming when it was, by design, not intended to cause catastrophic damage. He'd pulled his punch to avoid killing the smug chimera, but now? He thinks that maybe he should have poured it on harder, put pain in his voice in the place of languid pleasure.]

For being a monster, yourself? You don't understand them well, at all.

[The air around him collects a charge. He can attack Niles again, if he needs to, but it might be a choice between that and escaping to a safe distance. He'd rather relish the slow burn of a victory where he can prolong Niles' suffering, rather than one where someone's misery ends today.]

I just don't respond to them how you're used to.

[He rolls fully onto his back now, and his rear legs he keeps tucked up. He's at an angle to the wall, his feet aren't lined up with the plane of it, but with a quick and flexible twist he'll be able to brace his back paws against it to launch forward across the ground if he wants to.

But for now he holds the fake surrender posture, brandishing the white flag of his stomach like bait. He's confident in his ability to endure now. Now that he's taken using his past against him off the table, whatever L could fling his way could be outlasted or adjusted to.

So bring it on.]

[The static in the air makes L's dark hair start to lift from his scalp; any closer, and it would do the same for the prostrate chimera on the ground before him. He's agile; L's seen it, knows it, but it's tempting to take the offered opportunity and put a charred black streak across that exposed belly.

It would char his chances to get away, as well. The choice is still one that lingers, seems somehow uncertain even though the correct and wise choice is clear.

He makes it, scuffing a simple rune with his heel.]

The fur's all I needed.

[Not all he wanted.]

Enjoy relative peace while you can.

[The last of his mana goes towards vanishing from the spot.]

The Outpost proper is still quite chilly, leading Henry to be bundled quite thoroughly in anything he can get his hands on: blankets, his own clothes, a lovely cape Tataru made for him... But sometimes, only fluffy Chimera leopard-goat-scorpions will do to fend off the cold.

The Outpost isn't big, but it only makes sense that Niles, his Bonded, is close by. (Temporary Bonded though it may be, it's still something, especially way out here.) The dark mage's steps are with a practiced stealth as he crawls across the elevated Outpost on feet that may as well belong to a bunny, they're so soft... Or, as close as a clumsy human could manage.

He's sure Niles can hear him. Not that he expects that his Chimera friend is going to have shifted.

Henry peers into the dark of the area Niles occupies, scarcely breathing in his advance. ...His teeth, however, chatter. He's not pumped full of adrenaline enough to stop that.

[Niles is curled in a tense tight ball, still as a stone now that the convulsions have faded. He's in the process of catching his breath, so when Henry enters, the only movement from the bed he's likely to see is one of his ears, flicking up and around as Henry's teeth broadcast his approach.

He knows who it is immediately through bond recognition. Having him near calms him after the ordeal and leads, after a moment, to him relaxing on the bed. Then in fully feline fashion, he streeetches out before rolling to stand, (a little shakily), now on four legs.]

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