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Ibis of Djehuti. Marai's thoughts grumbled.
What a performance! I bet I could do something like that...send a little of his own medicine back at him. He paused, wondering if he could return the entertainment by actually presenting himself as a restless bull in the plaza after all...
Do I dare? He wondered.
Nah...I couldn't...oh but the old bird begs me... can't be just any bull...maybe Gugulanna the Bull of Heaven. Maybe it won't be too great of a sacrilege if I borrow this demigod shape for just a little...
The speckled feathers were forming on a head of a bird where the old man's head had been...
Marai carefully formed the visualization once: the snout, muscle, the lapis lazuli beard. As he brought the image through, he sent more thoughts to the priest, hoping to distract him.
I'm no pretty toy for you to control or own... Your gods are not mine... You have no power over me. He breathed out once...then twice.
He took a deep breath and felt the thought race through him like chattering whispers. Yes...Ariennu had loved to toy with the two loose tendrils of his swept back silvery hair in the quiet moments when they were together. She called them his “horns”.
Now they formed into actual horns shaped like an upright crescent as the animal form overtook him.
A third breath; he rose to his feet, moved closer to the old man and blew his breath on the image of the bird in front of him. Nothing else mattered.
He felt the massiveness, smelled the animal odor, sensed the stately male feel and the tug of immense sexuality, pure white like silver, yet darkly proud.
He thought of the lapis beard, but now the thought wouldn't stay. Instead his shape evolved into a white bull with a black face...It was something he would understand even better than Lord Gugulanna...
A secret horror filled the sojourner. Gugulanna didn't feel quite right to him. This different bull felt perfect. His humanity had now become the illusion.
An annoying swamp bird prodded his wonderful flanks. With an irritated snort, the bull lunged forward, hooves striking down once at the ibis head; horns lowered to gore anything that dared survive.
After only an instant, Marai cleared his thoughts. He discovered he was leaning heavily on the dark stone table between himself and the old man.
The elder had drawn back, wincing in slight discomfort, but fiercely guarding himself with his hands in a pose of dispelling. A fine crack stretched across the table where Marai's fist had crashed down on it.
The pretty carved alabaster cup that had held the elder's tea had rolled to the polished tile floor and shattered.
Children of Stone: Voices in Crystal
What a performance! I bet I could do something like that...send a little of his own medicine back at him. He paused, wondering if he could return the entertainment by actually presenting himself as a restless bull in the plaza after all...
Do I dare? He wondered.
Nah...I couldn't...oh but the old bird begs me... can't be just any bull...maybe Gugulanna the Bull of Heaven. Maybe it won't be too great of a sacrilege if I borrow this demigod shape for just a little...
The speckled feathers were forming on a head of a bird where the old man's head had been...
Marai carefully formed the visualization once: the snout, muscle, the lapis lazuli beard. As he brought the image through, he sent more thoughts to the priest, hoping to distract him.
I'm no pretty toy for you to control or own... Your gods are not mine... You have no power over me. He breathed out once...then twice.
He took a deep breath and felt the thought race through him like chattering whispers. Yes...Ariennu had loved to toy with the two loose tendrils of his swept back silvery hair in the quiet moments when they were together. She called them his “horns”.
Now they formed into actual horns shaped like an upright crescent as the animal form overtook him.
A third breath; he rose to his feet, moved closer to the old man and blew his breath on the image of the bird in front of him. Nothing else mattered.
He felt the massiveness, smelled the animal odor, sensed the stately male feel and the tug of immense sexuality, pure white like silver, yet darkly proud.
He thought of the lapis beard, but now the thought wouldn't stay. Instead his shape evolved into a white bull with a black face...It was something he would understand even better than Lord Gugulanna...
A secret horror filled the sojourner. Gugulanna didn't feel quite right to him. This different bull felt perfect. His humanity had now become the illusion.
An annoying swamp bird prodded his wonderful flanks. With an irritated snort, the bull lunged forward, hooves striking down once at the ibis head; horns lowered to gore anything that dared survive.
After only an instant, Marai cleared his thoughts. He discovered he was leaning heavily on the dark stone table between himself and the old man.
The elder had drawn back, wincing in slight discomfort, but fiercely guarding himself with his hands in a pose of dispelling. A fine crack stretched across the table where Marai's fist had crashed down on it.
The pretty carved alabaster cup that had held the elder's tea had rolled to the polished tile floor and shattered.
Children of Stone: Voices in Crystal
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