[It's on him then, him to raise his magic, to move through her as he is suddenly beside her. His muscles melt, his body shifts and it's...the man who he was. No mouth, no nothing. Glamor - there's even a rotted smell about him as he pulls her close, stepping naked out of his loin cloth.
He hates this form. It's not him anymore but he slides forward, sliding a possessive hand between her legs before leaning in to kiss her once, soft, then a second time.]
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He hates this form. It's not him anymore but he slides forward, sliding a possessive hand between her legs before leaning in to kiss her once, soft, then a second time.]
Say I want it.