Firesprite
Vicariously Alive
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KyLissa
KyLissa let the cloak of shadows fall away as the last dim ray of the sun faded and died.
Seated on her mount in direct line of sight of the other members of this small party she changed, clothes and body, becoming taller, paler, her clothes changing to a black wispy, thin fabric that sheathed her lithe figure. (think Morticia of Aadams family)
With a soft whisper she called out to the were-hyena,
"Cervantes"
KyLissa let the cloak of shadows fall away as the last dim ray of the sun faded and died.
Seated on her mount in direct line of sight of the other members of this small party she changed, clothes and body, becoming taller, paler, her clothes changing to a black wispy, thin fabric that sheathed her lithe figure. (think Morticia of Aadams family)
With a soft whisper she called out to the were-hyena,
"Cervantes"