Faces Change, People Don't (Closed)

[Wrenmae]

"Something...a bit more difficult," he admitted to her, shifting in the darkness. By the moonlight, the tattoo on his right arm of shifting waves seemed to move with cautious undulations. The scars across his chest and stomach spoke volumes for the torture he'd already endured.

Shifting back toward the protection of shadows again, he smiled. In the dappled moonlight, his face took on a serene shimmer, much like a statue carved of simple and soft stone. There was mischief in his eyes and he reached out to her, his fingers crossing moonlight to trace up along her jaw to her hair, falling again beside him.

"You seem to have mastered the female form already," he chuckled, exploring her body with his eyes, ravishing her with his gaze, "But for a man...well, for any model, you need to work off the base." Standing, he pulled his clothes from his body and let them fall.

He stood naked for her, marking her gaze as it explored the map of scars on his chest, the shifting gnosis curse of Laviku on his arm.

His blood boiled, his heart thumped a beat of lust...thrumming within his chest. Although she could not see his heart dance for the sight of her, the thrill of this exposure, there were other indications.

Holding out his arms, the morpher took a step towards her and paused.

"This is what you'll mimic."

[Chamaeleon]

As Wrenmae moved, so too did she, sitting up and mussing the bedding she rested upon to keep her keen eyes on him. She was admittedly taken aback by the ease he exhibited when taking off his clothing. The man's body spoke volumes for his life. He couldn't have been that old, but he seemed to be marked far more than any other man she had seen. Angry waves rippled over one arm, a testament to an unknown God's fury, but she didn't know that. Gnoses were unknown to her. It was obviously magic, though. She appraised his form with detachment, interested in his masculinity and scarring but considering the implications of copying them. She'd do away with the scarring if she could. Finally, her eyes raised to his and the shimmering violet met with grey. She offered a small smile and stood herself, but she didn't make as much of an impression with height and mass, however. She approached him warily, as though he had become some strange, wild animal now that he had undressed, and began the exploration of his body with her hands, taking the liberty to get the feel for him. There was no mutter of a word from her. She tried to keep her observation very formal, but it was intimate nonetheless. Her fingers ran over his shoulders and up his neck, the spindly lengths of her fingers curling around the column of his throat as they crept up. Her claws stroked along his jawline as she ran her fingers over the finer features of his face, learning the shape of his nose and the set of his mouth, followed by the texture of his hair, the arch of his brows, and the angle of his eyes. She released him then, narrowing her piercing eyes and taking a step back. "I think I've got it now," she said. She hadn't tried to learn his lower body, but it hadn't gone ignored. She couldn't avoid looking at what he so bravely displayed, feeling the nudity shouldn't be wasted. "Did you need anything to acquire from me?"