Selph
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Short Scene: Glaz & Selph have a weighted conversation.
🕑 Added 2021-05-17 15:57:25 +0000 UTC“Why go to all that effort finding a tailor, when you can just conjure the fabric yourself?”
“There’s no fun in that. Unlike you, I’m not as detached from the physical world.” Glaz smirked. He split his long serpentine tail in two and used the smaller appendage to wrap around a wine glass at the edge of the bath. “There’s a certain pleasure one can feel when watching a mortal tailor’s eyes bulge in horror as you reveal your true form. Your fat burgeoning with enough force to turn a fine shirt into a pair of shoulder straps, all that expensive cloth ripping like wet paper.” His tail moved with the same dexterity as his primary limbs, but with the extra mobility afforded by its mutable, snaking nature. “An airy phantom like you,” he said with a hint of venom “just wouldn’t understand.” He drank from the pale blue liquid in the glass, lighting up his throat as it travelled down into his stomach.
Selph rolled his eyes. He was seated at the other end of the bath, nearly thirty feet away from the fox-shaped entity which sneered down at him, its pointed ears nearly brushing the ceiling. “You can give me all the sophistry you like Glaz,” his voice travelled, the two magical entities conversed with ease, despite being leagues apart. “But ultimately you just like to shock people.”
Glaz shrugged off the accusation. “I like to keep people guessing.” His second tail, the fatter one, had been coiling itself around one of Selph’s attendants. A hungry look came over the fox-creature.
“And you’re saying what, that I’m boring?” Selph eyed the wrapped attendant. A hand stretched from the water, made entirely of purple fog. It dug its fingers into the tail and dislodged it from the poor man with supernatural strength.
There was a mixture of feigned disappointment and true amusement in Glaz’s eyes. He liked to push Selph’s buttons. To see what he would do next. Sadly, for all his bombast and opulence, the magical beast in the shape of a bear seldom rose to his taunts.
“You’re too light, Selph.” Glaz brought his hands over his chest and leaned his chin into his joined fingers. “There’s no weight to your actions, no impact.” He laughed. “What will Selph do to surprise people? Oh look, there he is. A big balloon, certainly beautiful and gluttonous, but predictable.” The errant tail and the one he used to secure his wine glass coalesced, becoming one. It swung in a lazy arc, Selph could feel the mental tug of a spell attempting to assert itself over his mental faculties.
“Glaz,” Selph’s voice became sharp and carried the heft of true magic. It stopped the fox-creature’s tail, freezing it mid swing. He tutted, then pulled it beneath the water.
“You’re no fun,” Glaz bemoaned while turning his head to order the attendant to bring him another bottle of mana-wine.
Selph exhaled. “You want weight, do you?” The blue waters took on a purple hue. It bubbled, frothing with luminous bubbles. It was rare that Selph responded to the obviously pointed words of his friend. But, tonight, he felt generous. If Glaz wanted to be surprised, then he would oblige. He loosened the mental restraints on his physical form, the invisible padlocks and chains which bound him to an earthly constitution easily parsed by mortals. If he walked around, enormous as he truly felt inside, as he truly was, then he would be unable to properly conduct his business. But Glaz wasn’t a paying customer to the resort, nor was he a frail little human. He could take it.
“... what are you doing.” Glaz’s eyes widened. He probably felt the resonance of Selph’s magic, cascading through the waters. His fur stood on end.
There was a loud churning sound, then a gurgling. Like an enormous stomach digesting a meal. Selph grinned, his face plumping up to a monstrous degree. The vaguely human semblance his ursine shape held was demolished in an instant. His proportions swelled, his shoulder definition sinking into rolls of glistening purple fat as his fur flattened and smoothed out into the consistency of rubber. He inflated with reckless abandon, not into an airy hot air balloon like he usually preferred, but a heaving, surging, rippling wall of purple.
He spilled over the edges of the bath, displacing water with every surge. With a manic bout of laughter he began to loom over Glaz, and with a triumphant thrust of his wobbling belly, pinned him to the edge. “Is ‘this’ exciting enough for you?”
Though Selph couldn’t hear the fox over the now slowing swell of his form, he could feel his joy at being pinned by someone fatter than he was. Something he rarely got to experience.
“I thought so,” Selph slapped his flank, and kept growing.
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