[ When Lucius finds her message, even though nothing about it is particularly funny, he laughs. Such are the consequences of his sense of humor being the worst slapstick in the world! ]
Picking a day so close to the beginning of the month was a bold choice, wasn't it?
You might as well. It keeps the hands busy, doesn't it? Besides, it'll come in handy the next time you have to deal with some idiot mortal stepping out of their place. I doubt you'd even have to lie about whose teeth they are; they'd take one look at it and assume you pulled them out of your last victim's skull!
Oh, without a doubt. Gilding works best when you're working with a complete skull. Anything as small as a tooth will lose its distinctive shape, and without that immediately recognizable shade of ivory, an untrained eye will take some time to realize just what it's looking at.
Trust me on this one. I've seen a lot of human body parts used for decoration in the last ten or eleven millennia.
Suffice to say, it had been quite some time since I last felt my back so exquisitely shredded! Though, now that I think about it, that may have less to do with the gruesomeness of my transformation and more with the fact that my back hasn't left my armor in several thousand years.
Well, nevertheless - that doesn't change that the event was rather bloody! I'm sure you've noticed that my wings are clawed. Like an egg tooth, those claws pierced my flesh from within, opening up a hole just large enough for my wings to begin to force their way out. Of course, the rest of those limbs aren't nearly so sharp, whatever the look of their feathers would have you believe; the way they ripped their way free wasn't nearly so clean. By the end of their bloody birth, my skin nearly hung free of the muscle below. Good that the fog keeps such wounds from being a nuisance from long, isn't it?
To be perfectly honest, the least pleasant part of it all was actually the itching. I certainly hope your scales make less of a wheedling irritant than sprouting feathers!
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<e.grey>
sorry but my feet are growing extra bones and all my skin is coming off
among other things
would making a necklace out of my own shed teeth be artsy or weird
<aeternus>
Picking a day so close to the beginning of the month was a bold choice, wasn't it?
You might as well. It keeps the hands busy, doesn't it?
Besides, it'll come in handy the next time you have to deal with some idiot mortal stepping out of their place. I doubt you'd even have to lie about whose teeth they are; they'd take one look at it and assume you pulled them out of your last victim's skull!
<e.grey>
hence my awful typing
but your yes vote is noted
i was leaning gold plate but it sounds like you think leaving them natural would make a better statement
<aeternus>
Gilding works best when you're working with a complete skull. Anything as small as a tooth will lose its distinctive shape, and without that immediately recognizable shade of ivory, an untrained eye will take some time to realize just what it's looking at.
Trust me on this one. I've seen a lot of human body parts used for decoration in the last ten or eleven millennia.
<e.grey>
glad i thought to ask you first
hopefully the white will pop against whatever shade my scales end up being
im assuming scales anyway
it seems like the obvious aesthetic choice here
<aeternus>
Putting that aside, didn't you say your skin is coming off? Is there nothing else underneath it yet?
<e.grey>
but that was already there
i basically have the equivalent of 2nd degree burns over my entire body
which is pretty funny given that im immune to fire now
<aeternus>
That isn't nearly as exciting as I had imagined.
[ disappointed :/// ]
<e.grey>
<aeternus>
Did I tell you my wings grew whole under my flesh? They had to tear their way out once they were mature.
Re: <aeternus>
i wish i'd seen it
how bad were the injuries
no subject
Well, nevertheless - that doesn't change that the event was rather bloody!
I'm sure you've noticed that my wings are clawed. Like an egg tooth, those claws pierced my flesh from within, opening up a hole just large enough for my wings to begin to force their way out. Of course, the rest of those limbs aren't nearly so sharp, whatever the look of their feathers would have you believe; the way they ripped their way free wasn't nearly so clean.
By the end of their bloody birth, my skin nearly hung free of the muscle below. Good that the fog keeps such wounds from being a nuisance from long, isn't it?
To be perfectly honest, the least pleasant part of it all was actually the itching.
I certainly hope your scales make less of a wheedling irritant than sprouting feathers!