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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Hiding between buildings, exactly where she told the fellow 'yote she would be, Angelily paces back and forth, on all fours, though stays hidden. She wonders where Angus could be. Angel knows that Cerris was often in the Zypher Lobby, and was ready to walk here now, but wanted a bit more information first, and to know that Angus was indeed bringing at least one of Smokie or Redd. It would be pointless to do this without one of them here, and she doubted she could make Cerris stay a roadrunner long enough to track them down afterward.<br> <br>Cerris is for his part not in the Z-building at all, having tracked down a new friend of his, literally having sniffed up under her tail while she was enjoying the sunset and then on a whim a quick bite and he infects her with a new strain of nanites via his venom, pleased to see the form she changes to, thiking perhaps he might mentally enjoy the idea of pretending she is a different coyote as he has his way with her willing form.  "Surprise surprise my little doll."<br> <br>layana is still confused after being bitten by cerris. looking around she is getting used to the idea of fur and even hair after being scaly for so long. she then decides that she will follow cerris<br> <br>Angus was definitly going to be here, and brought Smokie. He whistled lightly as a hand was in his pocket, as his other was making sure his hammer didn't fall of his shoulder. "Hey Smokie you coming?" He asked, turning around to look her way as his tail wagged lightly, and he stood near exactly were Angel was hiding so that she could hear him.<br> <br>The female Coyote, unaware of the plot underway, followed at a safe distance.  She was standing upright, on two legs, though she was shorter and thinner than Angus.  In her baggy clothes, she looked even thinner than normal.  Her long skirt was hemmed just above her paws, her baggy green army jacket hanging past her untucked blouse 'neith it.  One of her paws held the dirty old sling of her rusty service rifle, that looked too big for her.<br> <br>Angelily sniffs the air and smells Angus, she murmers to herself, not really saying anything, but instead waits a moment to see the reactions that will be had before coming out herself. She had a plan, act injured, come out and limp toward Cerris, transform them, and present them to the head 'yote. She only had to wait for the right time. She stays hidden, but keeps and ear.. and nose out for anything that might go on.<br> <br>Cerris's many heads keep up their rotating watch, switching between speaking, listening and nuzzling Layana as his massive eight limbed bulk looms over her like a protective and possessive alpha.  "It's okay, just a little love bite...you'll get used to the change soon enough...things are always changing, but your devotion to me...that...that i will make certain endures...by any means required."<br> <br>Layana nips cerris and say "i guess i will get used to it".  she then gets up and looks at the others not entirly sure whats going on.<br> <br>Angus stiffened, and his ears twitched as a familiar voice reached his ears. He knew about the plan but it didn't make it any easier as he turned to face Cerris, and the curious girl who was with him. "Cerris is that you? I almost didn't recognize you...what with you sounding sane and all." He says, throwing a hook out already and wondering if he will take the bait.<br> <br>The coyote pauses midstep.  Cerris?  ...Cerris!  She blinks away her look of disbelief as she presses against the wall to try and look around Angus.  ...Cerris!  She pads forward quickly, the only noise she makes is the scattering of claws on unkept, cracked and dirty cement.  Cerris!  But she says nothing, only staring over Angus's shoulder.<br> <br>Angelily decides to take a chance. Letting her more feral half take charge, Angel takes a back seat, as Lily walks them out of thier hiding place, first, biting her own paw enough to make it bleed, enough to make as real as possible. Limping out and whimpering, Lily looks first to Angus, then over to Cerris, she isn't quiet sure which one she is ment to be targeting, but, makes a guess, the large creature is the one they seem to be talking to, so she starts limping over to him, whimpering and whining trying to get closer to her target without raising suspisions.<br> <br>Cerris spots Angus as he steps out of the shadows, each head that does so frowning and locking in and refusing to look away, though a few retain their attention upon Layana.  "Oh look...the mouthy one...I thought I granted you a pardon and stay of execution...were you not satisfied?  Perhaps castration is more your flavor?"  Then comes the wounded bird...pup?  Whatever, the scent of blood coming from her invigorates him, his hackles raising and tail lashing with a sort of eagerness that slightly clouds his thoughts, the rest only Lyana would be aware of as abruptly something, several of them at that poke wetly against her rump as the idea of harming Angus and the scent of blood mix in his system. <br> <br>Layana looks up at cerris, a smile on her face. she then licks cerris on one of his noses, still confused about the transformation she contomplates a recursion but looking at all cyotes around she thinks she might as well give them a show.<br> <br>Angus flashes that famous coyote grin as Cerris threatens him. "Nah, my flavor ususally doesn't come with a side of Identity issues. Might favorite flavor is cookie dough." He comments back, placing the head of his hammer on the ground as he leaned onto it. He stared at Cerris's form, eyeing him up and down, and chuckled. "Why is it, that every time I run in to you. You look like a reject from the Frankenstien look-a-like club? I mean honestly man, what is your motive for looking that way?"<br> <br>Smokie lets her arms slip around Angus from behind, as she peaks her muzzle over her shoulder.  She's holding him from behind as he trashtalks the hydra.  Is that really Cerris?  She hadn't seen or smelled him in a long time.  It must be, but she still looks hard through narrowed eyes.  After holding Angus for a moment, she steps out from beside him, smaller and slighter than him.  She unslings her rifle and sets the butt of it on the floor.  Holding the muzzle of the full-length rifle, it comes up to the bottom of her ribcage, where on a normal-sized being it would come up to their waist.  Her stance is strong, paws spread.  She's quiet.  The only thing about her that Cerris might recognize is her missing half-ear.<br> <br>Taking advantage of Cerris' distracted state, Lily moves a bit faster to him, cursing that Angel thought using sympathy was a good way to get near him. 'Yotes don't need sympathy, just a well laid plan and a good bit of bait. With her wounded paw though, she isn't as effective moving over to Cerris, but takes the extra time to say in her head a dedication to The Great Trickster, thanking him for bestowing upon her his might, that she may teach others the errors of their ways, and apologising now that someone who may be an innocent may have to feel Coyote's power to help her along the way. Both eyes near fully red, they glow as she exerts herself to push Coyote's will upon Cerris, the form in mind as she feels the Great One's might flow through her once more, just like back in the cave when she made Angus stay morphic instead of reverting.

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Participants

• Angelily
• Angus
• Cerris
• Layana
• Miranai
• Smokie

Date

29/3/2013

Log

Hiding between buildings, exactly where she told the fellow 'yote she would be, Angelily paces back and forth, on all fours, though stays hidden. She wonders where Angus could be. Angel knows that Cerris was often in the Zypher Lobby, and was ready to walk here now, but wanted a bit more information first, and to know that Angus was indeed bringing at least one of Smokie or Redd. It would be pointless to do this without one of them here, and she doubted she could make Cerris stay a roadrunner long enough to track them down afterward.

Cerris is for his part not in the Z-building at all, having tracked down a new friend of his, literally having sniffed up under her tail while she was enjoying the sunset and then on a whim a quick bite and he infects her with a new strain of nanites via his venom, pleased to see the form she changes to, thiking perhaps he might mentally enjoy the idea of pretending she is a different coyote as he has his way with her willing form. "Surprise surprise my little doll."

layana is still confused after being bitten by cerris. looking around she is getting used to the idea of fur and even hair after being scaly for so long. she then decides that she will follow cerris

Angus was definitly going to be here, and brought Smokie. He whistled lightly as a hand was in his pocket, as his other was making sure his hammer didn't fall of his shoulder. "Hey Smokie you coming?" He asked, turning around to look her way as his tail wagged lightly, and he stood near exactly were Angel was hiding so that she could hear him.

The female Coyote, unaware of the plot underway, followed at a safe distance. She was standing upright, on two legs, though she was shorter and thinner than Angus. In her baggy clothes, she looked even thinner than normal. Her long skirt was hemmed just above her paws, her baggy green army jacket hanging past her untucked blouse 'neith it. One of her paws held the dirty old sling of her rusty service rifle, that looked too big for her.

Angelily sniffs the air and smells Angus, she murmers to herself, not really saying anything, but instead waits a moment to see the reactions that will be had before coming out herself. She had a plan, act injured, come out and limp toward Cerris, transform them, and present them to the head 'yote. She only had to wait for the right time. She stays hidden, but keeps and ear.. and nose out for anything that might go on.

Cerris's many heads keep up their rotating watch, switching between speaking, listening and nuzzling Layana as his massive eight limbed bulk looms over her like a protective and possessive alpha. "It's okay, just a little love bite...you'll get used to the change soon enough...things are always changing, but your devotion to me...that...that i will make certain endures...by any means required."

Layana nips cerris and say "i guess i will get used to it". she then gets up and looks at the others not entirly sure whats going on.

Angus stiffened, and his ears twitched as a familiar voice reached his ears. He knew about the plan but it didn't make it any easier as he turned to face Cerris, and the curious girl who was with him. "Cerris is that you? I almost didn't recognize you...what with you sounding sane and all." He says, throwing a hook out already and wondering if he will take the bait.

The coyote pauses midstep. Cerris? ...Cerris! She blinks away her look of disbelief as she presses against the wall to try and look around Angus. ...Cerris! She pads forward quickly, the only noise she makes is the scattering of claws on unkept, cracked and dirty cement. Cerris! But she says nothing, only staring over Angus's shoulder.

Angelily decides to take a chance. Letting her more feral half take charge, Angel takes a back seat, as Lily walks them out of thier hiding place, first, biting her own paw enough to make it bleed, enough to make as real as possible. Limping out and whimpering, Lily looks first to Angus, then over to Cerris, she isn't quiet sure which one she is ment to be targeting, but, makes a guess, the large creature is the one they seem to be talking to, so she starts limping over to him, whimpering and whining trying to get closer to her target without raising suspisions.

Cerris spots Angus as he steps out of the shadows, each head that does so frowning and locking in and refusing to look away, though a few retain their attention upon Layana. "Oh look...the mouthy one...I thought I granted you a pardon and stay of execution...were you not satisfied? Perhaps castration is more your flavor?" Then comes the wounded bird...pup? Whatever, the scent of blood coming from her invigorates him, his hackles raising and tail lashing with a sort of eagerness that slightly clouds his thoughts, the rest only Lyana would be aware of as abruptly something, several of them at that poke wetly against her rump as the idea of harming Angus and the scent of blood mix in his system.

Layana looks up at cerris, a smile on her face. she then licks cerris on one of his noses, still confused about the transformation she contomplates a recursion but looking at all cyotes around she thinks she might as well give them a show.

Angus flashes that famous coyote grin as Cerris threatens him. "Nah, my flavor ususally doesn't come with a side of Identity issues. Might favorite flavor is cookie dough." He comments back, placing the head of his hammer on the ground as he leaned onto it. He stared at Cerris's form, eyeing him up and down, and chuckled. "Why is it, that every time I run in to you. You look like a reject from the Frankenstien look-a-like club? I mean honestly man, what is your motive for looking that way?"

Smokie lets her arms slip around Angus from behind, as she peaks her muzzle over her shoulder. She's holding him from behind as he trashtalks the hydra. Is that really Cerris? She hadn't seen or smelled him in a long time. It must be, but she still looks hard through narrowed eyes. After holding Angus for a moment, she steps out from beside him, smaller and slighter than him. She unslings her rifle and sets the butt of it on the floor. Holding the muzzle of the full-length rifle, it comes up to the bottom of her ribcage, where on a normal-sized being it would come up to their waist. Her stance is strong, paws spread. She's quiet. The only thing about her that Cerris might recognize is her missing half-ear.

Taking advantage of Cerris' distracted state, Lily moves a bit faster to him, cursing that Angel thought using sympathy was a good way to get near him. 'Yotes don't need sympathy, just a well laid plan and a good bit of bait. With her wounded paw though, she isn't as effective moving over to Cerris, but takes the extra time to say in her head a dedication to The Great Trickster, thanking him for bestowing upon her his might, that she may teach others the errors of their ways, and apologising now that someone who may be an innocent may have to feel Coyote's power to help her along the way. Both eyes near fully red, they glow as she exerts herself to push Coyote's will upon Cerris, the form in mind as she feels the Great One's might flow through her once more, just like back in the cave when she made Angus stay morphic instead of reverting.