Phlegmatic Ophidians (Open)

[Jack Russell]

Holy guacamole spitting sea cucumbers! Jack shyly lifts up one side of his mouth bemusedly at her reaction, an almost lopsided grin that exposes the ivory of his teeth. His tail gives a slow, thoughtful flick as Toni places Hector down on the sofa--a wise idea on her part. Although the boa had reacted hostile with him before, he watches over Toni's head as the reptile disappears to become one with the sofa cushions and lost change.

Then, clearly undaunted, Toni steps forward and gives him a sharp jab in the chest. Jack tilts his head down questioningly, the muscle that should be his eyebrow giving a slight arch. Then she pokes him again. He makes a curious noise, attempting to form a word--something he gave up on for a while--although it manages to come out only to a resonable,'whars?', the actual meaning of which is more than likely to be decided. Appearing to be unsatisfied with his appearence, she brushes back some of the darker tufts of brown fur at his chest. Dude, you were wearing clothes before. I’m gonna be mighty annoyed if you can do this whole wolfy thing without getting naked.

He should have expected as much. Whereas most are usually frightened by his grisly appearence--some even amazed--Toni is unimpressed.

Actually giving a snort at her agitation with his change, he draws back slightly, shifting as he goes. His transformation occurs backwards, his ears the first to move while his body reshapes and shrinks. Changing back is more difficult when it concerns packing an extra foot of height and some odd hundred and a half pounds into his much smaller human form.

Jack coughs a little, clearing his throat. "Well uh.. you can't believe everything you see in the movies," is his response, having been many a victim to childish portrayls of his sort in cartoons, major motion pictures, and.. fairy tales.

He knows he'd never eat an old lady, not even if it meant cookies. Although someone somewhere thought differently.

[Toni Craft]

Beneath his fur, all Toni can see is pale skin, just the same as it would be for any canine. At the snort, which succeeds in ruffling some of her hair, she looks up and raises an eyebrow. But the look is short-lived when he pulls back and returns to his human form.

"Well uh.. you can't believe everything you see in the movies," Toni crosses her arms gives him disappointed look.

“But but…all my knowledge of the supernatural is based on what I see in movies! You can’t be telling me that Fox and Touchstone and MGM have been lying to me all these years! Damn! And to think I wanted one of those murdering leprechauns for Christmas!” Sensing that the horrific beast is gone, Hector pops his head out from between two leather cushions and eyes his owner. “And then when Lucky’d die I could skin him and make the most adorable blood-stained Irish slippers ever!”

Toni pauses and glances at Jack again, as a mischievous grin appears on her face. “But I could also settle for the coolest fur coat ever. I wonder what werewolf fur would gather on the market?” She puts a finger to her lips in thought. “You don’t need that tail, right? 'Cause that'd make an awfully purdy little handbag and it'd probably be worth a fortune! We’ll split the revenue 70/30! What d’you say?”

[Jack Russell]

The look of disappointment is something Jack recognizes. He's seen it many times. But but…all my knowledge of the supernatural is based on what I see in movies! You can’t be telling me that Fox and Touchstone and MGM have been lying to me all these years! Damn! Jack scuffs the floor with his shoe, smiling almost awkwardly. He'd gotten the same reaction from most of his students, most of whom would quiz him on his own physiology and mentality. And to think I wanted one of those murdering leprechauns for Christmas! Jack tilts her head at Toni's almost outrage at being deprived of a ruthless Irish creature.

Behind Toni, Jack can see the sheen of Hector's scales as he slithers out slightly from between the crack of the cushions. And then when Lucky’d die I could skin him and make the most adorable blood-stained Irish slippers ever! He starts a little, confused. "What?" Despite his obvious utter horror, Toni continues on. The sudden impish grin on her face makes Jack swallow hard, and the look in her eyes is almost feral. But I could also settle for the coolest fur coat ever. I wonder what werewolf fur would gather on the market?

"Well.. I er..," Jack instinctively rubs at his bare arm, wondering what it would feel like to have his skin ripped from his body, leaving only the lean muscle and fat beneath. He cringes at the idea, like the idea of getting a toothpick jammed beneath his fingernail. You don’t need that tail, right? 'Cause that'd make an awfully purdy little handbag and it'd probably be worth a fortune! We’ll split the revenue 70/30! What d’you say?

"Woah um... I don't.. I kinda need that tail, you know." Stepping back nervously, Jack eyes Toni with a wary eye. She wouldn't do that--would she? He's not sure, he doesn't know Toni that well. Does his tail help his balance? He's not sure. He'd never been without it in his wolf form. "I'm not all for being skinned you know uh.. I don't know if that'll grow back.." Without his skin he'd be like that boney blue thing that the Harry Potter movies had tried to pass off as a werewolf. Even the mental image is enough to make him shudder.

[Toni Craft]

"What?" Finally! It was about time she was getting some sort of adverse reaction out of him. That was, after all, what this was all about; instilling fear. He’d been alarmed by her, surprised by Hector, but never had she detected any fear out of him. Now we’re getting somewhere!

“You know, slippers! I had a couple of rabbits as a kid, and then they died we ate them and made slippers! But then my dog ate them...but that’s okay, cause he made a great rug. He lies right underneath my coffee table back home now. And don’t ask what happened to my gerbil.” Hector, sensing something particularly evil in his owner’s tone gives her a flick of the tongue before back down beneath the cushions until only his snout and eyes are visible.

"Woah um... I don't.. I kinda need that tail, you know." Toni’s little snickering smile grows wide when he takes a step back, obviously becoming a little more heedful of her.

“No you don’t,” She kids with a wave of her hand. “All that thing does is swish around, maybe knocking a vase or five over. Imagine the money you’d save on repairing priceless antiques if you didn’t have it!”

"I'm not all for being skinned you know uh.. I don't know if that'll grow back.." Toni shrugs.

“So, just look like that,” She points to his current, blond form. “But keep the leash, we could use that later.” Toni gives him another playful wink.