Timestamp: 8th of Summer 513 AV
There was something to be said about the mind of one Kalesserimamoru, and that saying was, the dhani never forgot....he never forgave. The trickster was not above revenge nor was he above torturing one of his own race. Mamuro believed that he was chosen, first when he gained the knowledge and ability to perform three different types of magic, and then again later when he was marked by Inou. He realized that he had much more potential than the average dhani and a much sharper mind as well. When it came down to how he was treated within the nest, Mamuro couldn't be more disappointed, and when it came to how the males treated him it was war.
It hadn't been so long ago that he had faced off in the pit against a dhani that he despised greatly. The match had gone in his favor when he cheated and clunked the slithering muscle or the head with a rock, but it still wasn't over. Mamuro knew this dhani, had known him for a long time and had always hated him. They didn't speak, both dhani seeing the other as something less than a Myrian and didn't even share a single common friend. The muscular dhani saw himself as Siku's gift to the world, and Mamuro saw him as a waste of an egg.
The two would never get along, and their rivalry would only get worse with the times.This would be proven again on this day, as Mamuro slithered through the cave tunnels with a sinister plot. It was time once again to show the smug dhani that he was the better of the two and that he was always a step ahead. But instead of challenging him to another match, Mamuro had others ideas, more devious ideas. He realized that if he was going to destroy the man, that he would have to think bigger and more long term. What better way to un-arm his rival than by going after the thing that he loved most.
This thing was the love of women, and one that he had been spending a lot of time with. It was true that he prided himself on wrestling, but he was just as proud of how he was treated by the women compared to others like Mamuro who were invisible to all. Mamuro himself could do little about this, but in another form perhaps he would have a better chance of turning the tide...or at least screwing it up for the bigger dhani. He slithered his way close to the stream baths where he knew the dhani was at the moment and hid himself in the shadows accompanied by the steams with also hid his warmed a bit.
This is were it would all start. Mamuro stood in dhani form and concentrated his djed and willed it to flow from within him to reach out and change the shape of his form. This time he had a model, his older sister Morgana, a woman that he had known his whole life. It wouldn't be the first time that he attempted this morph, so he wasn't too worried. Mamuro thought only of his sister, bringing her being into mind and focusing on her and everything that made her who she was, and then using that to transform himself into her. It was a slowed progress in doing so, and the dhani had to remain focused throughout the morph.
The brighter, more yellowish scales appeared, the leaner smaller form of her body, the bolder and wider eyes which shined with a different sort of gold than his own. He reached deeper into himself as he tried to become everything that was his sister, even down to any flaws that she might have. Once he was done, a very female dhani form stood in the place of where a male's had been. But it wasn't a perfect morph, and the features that he attempted to copy were off slightly, giving him a more youthful look than his sister as it had before. The body was female, but the proportions were off and not as defined or buxom as that of his shapely sister either.
Mamuro looked more like a younger family member than the actual woman herself, but he hoped that it would work even with this. The last thing he did was to call upon the power of his gnosis and allow it to reach out and work it's magic on the sounds that the dhani and the few others in the baths would hear. Mamuro's voice work still needed help, and although he could make his voice a bit lighter and feminine, he didn't sound as his sister did but with the power of the illusion, no one would be able to tell their voices apart.
There was something to be said about the mind of one Kalesserimamoru, and that saying was, the dhani never forgot....he never forgave. The trickster was not above revenge nor was he above torturing one of his own race. Mamuro believed that he was chosen, first when he gained the knowledge and ability to perform three different types of magic, and then again later when he was marked by Inou. He realized that he had much more potential than the average dhani and a much sharper mind as well. When it came down to how he was treated within the nest, Mamuro couldn't be more disappointed, and when it came to how the males treated him it was war.
It hadn't been so long ago that he had faced off in the pit against a dhani that he despised greatly. The match had gone in his favor when he cheated and clunked the slithering muscle or the head with a rock, but it still wasn't over. Mamuro knew this dhani, had known him for a long time and had always hated him. They didn't speak, both dhani seeing the other as something less than a Myrian and didn't even share a single common friend. The muscular dhani saw himself as Siku's gift to the world, and Mamuro saw him as a waste of an egg.
The two would never get along, and their rivalry would only get worse with the times.This would be proven again on this day, as Mamuro slithered through the cave tunnels with a sinister plot. It was time once again to show the smug dhani that he was the better of the two and that he was always a step ahead. But instead of challenging him to another match, Mamuro had others ideas, more devious ideas. He realized that if he was going to destroy the man, that he would have to think bigger and more long term. What better way to un-arm his rival than by going after the thing that he loved most.
This thing was the love of women, and one that he had been spending a lot of time with. It was true that he prided himself on wrestling, but he was just as proud of how he was treated by the women compared to others like Mamuro who were invisible to all. Mamuro himself could do little about this, but in another form perhaps he would have a better chance of turning the tide...or at least screwing it up for the bigger dhani. He slithered his way close to the stream baths where he knew the dhani was at the moment and hid himself in the shadows accompanied by the steams with also hid his warmed a bit.
This is were it would all start. Mamuro stood in dhani form and concentrated his djed and willed it to flow from within him to reach out and change the shape of his form. This time he had a model, his older sister Morgana, a woman that he had known his whole life. It wouldn't be the first time that he attempted this morph, so he wasn't too worried. Mamuro thought only of his sister, bringing her being into mind and focusing on her and everything that made her who she was, and then using that to transform himself into her. It was a slowed progress in doing so, and the dhani had to remain focused throughout the morph.
The brighter, more yellowish scales appeared, the leaner smaller form of her body, the bolder and wider eyes which shined with a different sort of gold than his own. He reached deeper into himself as he tried to become everything that was his sister, even down to any flaws that she might have. Once he was done, a very female dhani form stood in the place of where a male's had been. But it wasn't a perfect morph, and the features that he attempted to copy were off slightly, giving him a more youthful look than his sister as it had before. The body was female, but the proportions were off and not as defined or buxom as that of his shapely sister either.
Mamuro looked more like a younger family member than the actual woman herself, but he hoped that it would work even with this. The last thing he did was to call upon the power of his gnosis and allow it to reach out and work it's magic on the sounds that the dhani and the few others in the baths would hear. Mamuro's voice work still needed help, and although he could make his voice a bit lighter and feminine, he didn't sound as his sister did but with the power of the illusion, no one would be able to tell their voices apart.
