[ As soon as she's content that the fog is thick enough, she calls to mind her qhen training. Clears her thoughts, relaxes, and pictures her true shape. The graceful, arching neck, the pearly claws, the shiny back scales. The change instant, but discrete. Where once was nothing in particular, suddenly looms a heavy, dark shape through the mists. ]
Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense.
[ Her voice has changed again. Now it's a deep, smooth rumble of a baritone, words perfectly formed and unhindered by a simple animal's throat. She waits, still and patient, to see if her toy will come to her. ]
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Or maybe I just enjoy the suspense.
[ Her voice has changed again. Now it's a deep, smooth rumble of a baritone, words perfectly formed and unhindered by a simple animal's throat. She waits, still and patient, to see if her toy will come to her. ]