[ There are times where words are unnecessary. While Rook may love the sound of his own voice (which admittedly Jade has found he's rather fond of by now), there is an equal importance of understanding one's prey enough to pursue them in total silence. Then again... Jade isn't simply a beast--wild? Most certainly, but just a beast would be an insult.
As Rook's clothes fly from his body in an flash Jade doesn't resist the urge to examine him. The various scars freckled across his form are nearly invisible, but the picture they paint sends a rush through Jade long before the potion touches the hunter's lips--he knows how to struggle.
Skin is painted in vibrant colors to bring Rook's form both closer and impressively different from his own. A dark teal tongue brushes over a plethora of too sharp, too many fangs as Jade allows himself to sink back beneath the water's surface. His natural tone might be suited perfectly to the ocean, but less so for a beautiful mountain lake. Fortunately the abundance of fauna, moss, and aquatic plants gives him potential to hide. Though from the familiar shape of the tentacles replacing his target's lower limbs (although their size is remarkably skewed) brings him pause.
Would Rook understand how to use his new appendages? The power that the merman has witnessed real ones use to avoid capture or to ambush and entangle their own prey?
Had he practiced? When would he even have the time? ]
Oya, oya... What an interesting form you've been given, Rook-san. May I ask what you intend to do with me?
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As Rook's clothes fly from his body in an flash Jade doesn't resist the urge to examine him. The various scars freckled across his form are nearly invisible, but the picture they paint sends a rush through Jade long before the potion touches the hunter's lips--he knows how to struggle.
Skin is painted in vibrant colors to bring Rook's form both closer and impressively different from his own. A dark teal tongue brushes over a plethora of too sharp, too many fangs as Jade allows himself to sink back beneath the water's surface. His natural tone might be suited perfectly to the ocean, but less so for a beautiful mountain lake. Fortunately the abundance of fauna, moss, and aquatic plants gives him potential to hide. Though from the familiar shape of the tentacles replacing his target's lower limbs (although their size is remarkably skewed) brings him pause.
Would Rook understand how to use his new appendages? The power that the merman has witnessed real ones use to avoid capture or to ambush and entangle their own prey?
Had he practiced? When would he even have the time? ]
Oya, oya... What an interesting form you've been given, Rook-san. May I ask what you intend to do with me?