Meeting of the Minds

[Panther385]

Kiri nods, listening intently.
"You're shapshifting reminds me somewhat of Panther's... Interesting..."
She takes a mental note and asks a question;
"What would happen to you if you drank toxic blood, like mine? I'm sure you wouldn't die but...."
She gestured with her hand, hoping for him to reply.

[3kul]

HollowEyes added another question onto the end of Kiri's, not on Little Sister's orders, but simply out of personal curiosity. "Also, how do you feel about or react to creatures with no blood, or something that is not blood, running through their bodies?"

[Sephirothsicase]

Well...

To the first question, If i did drink anything like that it probably wouldnt kill me or anything like that, just most probably have some weird disatrous effect to my essence...

If you do not know yet, then my essence is part of me, and it controles my metamorphic abilities, say, if i were to drink my hair could turn bright pink and give me a stomach pain, or something revolving around that...

The worst thing that ever happened was er.... Rin *cough* mixed a few unwanted potions of mine and erm, changed my gender for a short while...

But enough of that, onto number two, I do not mind creatures without blood, they are just people or animals, there is no real need to drink from them as blood is to me as water is to humans, withoout it, i die, so, i can only take from blood, whether it is intoxicated or not, they are still living beings, whether they are friend or foe, so i do not mind them....

*He tilts his hat back up, water was now running out of the rim since it had filled with water, being in the rain*

Yes, Does anybody have any more questions? Or would somebody else like to take the stand?

[Ruster]

"I will step forward"

The dark figure that has been standing near the edge of the trees raises a hand, showing a bright silver tatoo shining against her ebony skin for a moment before it is covered once again.
She steps forwards silently, the skirt of her long velveteen robe skims a few inches above the grass and her delicate ebony, bare, feet.

As the figure steps onto the stage she bows to let Sephirothsicase pass before turning to face the crowd. Her thin scabbard glints breifly from her back.

She lowers her hood and in doing so reveals a dark skinned face with hair that shimmered in many thousands of tones of moonlight and starlight, but in the light of the warm sun it caught and flared with points of golden light.

"It is difficult to know where to begin..." She paused "so I shall do as others have been instructed.

I come from the outskirts of the kingom of Corri Fonestri, which resides in a little known part of the fifth dimension. It is little explored by outsiders, and they are seldom tolerated there, much less welcomed.

"The kingdom of my origin is in the center of a great continent that is completely covered by forest. There my people are competely isolated from the outside world and are consiquently blind to the mistakes that they make and their own stupidity." A bitter tone suffused the woman's voice as she spoke of her people, then she shook her head and a small warm smile tickled her lips as she appeared to recall something.

"My Mother was the co-leader of a small rebel group that lived a gypsy life. We stayed in one place no more than a few days, drawing on the Trees for guidance and shelter. They obliged us, for we looked after them in return. They told us their greivances and we did the best our quick feet and gentle hands could do while we could.

"This is the true nature of my people." She suddenly became angered, ebony fists clenched. The trees that surrounded the clearing moved as if in a breeze, thought the air was still. "We are not ment to enslave the trees and tie them to our will, as the Others have done! We are Tree Symbyotes and we are given a duty by the seeds of our ansestors to care for and live in harmony with the Trees of our home.

"However, on a day many years ago when I was young, we found a grove of the most beautiful Trees I have ever seen. Their trunks were long and graceful, barked with smoothe silver. Their branches hung down in veils and curtains, their leaves tiny and bright as jewels. When the wind blew they shivered and glittered.

"The very light seemed changed there and it sparkled off of the stream that ran through it as if the water itself was magic. The stream was small, and bubbled up from the ground to fall into a small pool before following its course.
Here was a place of perfection and so we lingered, sure that we could not be found in so peaceful a garden of beauty.

"We were wrong."

"Would anyone like to ask any questions before I continue?"

Edit: Sorry its a mamoth, I got a bit carried away