Re: Shadowed Path - Into the Shadows
Gilfer scratched his chin. It would be impolite to arrive in a form that was false, when they were recruiting him, fairly obviously, for his truest capacities. At the same time, he did not want to get devoured, as baring that many blood veins in front of a vampire lady seemed like holding a wrist in her mouth, fairly risky and foolish with little real sanity . So, he focused on his features, he tried to shift the details. Something new, something...stranger. Something more appropriate to a dinner party, while not, perhaps being too...clean. After all, they wanted him for a maddened savage monster, he suspected, so, who was he to blame them for their tastes and break type.
His form, mentally, cracked, split, and changed. An unnaturally long shape with a bent spine, with multiple vibration sensitive cysts covering his back that would be hidden under the clothes they provided. Hair of long waves of synapses, and hands with a multitude more bones then they should have. Sightless eyes instead of what was so normal and appropriate, eyes that stared into the void. Slowly, the idea came to shape, and slowly he tried to force it, eventually managing to manifest in his outfit, which still fit him, to all appearances.
After a moment of looking in the mirror, the outfit a cheapened motley of multi-colored cloth, with cloth shoes, slightly sharpened teeth cutting out of an open, skull-like head, he asked the servant politely "Do you believe this shape would be more appropriate for this kind of function?"