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rook looked over at the doberman,it was very realistic he couldnt help but think if the sape shifter carried the instincts as well.he formed a tennis sized ball of earth from a hole in the floor which lead to a patch of earth.getting a good elmental grip on the rock he made it roll right across the room where as the doberman would mostlikly sense it.

"Don't worry... I always let people know its me... unless its my husband... then it is just fun to mess with his mind. I only really transform into a doberman anyways... unless i'm in a battle." The doberman sat down and tilted her head to the side. He head quickly snapped to the rock that was rolling across the floor. She whimpered slightly and stood up, trotting along behind the rock. She was too lazy to chase after it at the moment, but she wanted to retrieve it.

Shadow, being able to catch up with the now stationery ball, picked it up her mouth and trotted over to the man. She dropped it at his feet and stared up at him curiously. She then tapped his foot gently with her own and whimpered.

Shaking his head back and forth Yawgmoth declined. "No no. We are simply not used to not having it. You see we only acquired it a few days ago and we've been making use of our new weapon of choice. Do not worry, our hands will figure that out eventually." he said with a slight chuckle leaning closer towards her placing his hands on his knees. "You know, we've been bugging you with a lot of questions. Why don't you ask us any questions you want to have answered." Yawgmoth said relaxing backwards against his seat. It was..in this position that he noted...the naga wore no clothes. Almost immediately he coughed and nearly choked on his own spit coughing up a storm before putting his hands over his mouth and saying lightly when the fit was over. "Erm Excuse us. Perhaps the frost from Frostmourne has given us a bit of a chill." he said lying his a** off. Yawgmoth's body was far far immune to earthborn virus and bacterium but still...she didn't know that.

The doberman whimpered again as her body began to shrink once again. The stub of a tail grew into a long sleek one. Her snout was shrinking along with her ears. The pattern of her coat began to change as well. The once all black coat, except for the brown around the face and feet, began to get cream, brown, and orange spotting. Her smooth, soft tongue began to get little barbs all over it. After a minute or two, the transformation was complete. Instead of a doberman before him, sat a cat. The coat pattern of the cat was tortishell ((the black form of a calico)). The cat chased after the ball and began to bat it about.

At the sound of this, the cat growled slightly, knowing far too well that YAWG WAS MARRIED TO HER AUNT. The cat continued to bat the ball about, and it just so happened to roll in his direction. The cat lept into the lap of Yawg, "accidently" digging its claws into his right leg and lept away, in dire need to catch the ball.

Leaning against the wall again, she opened her book, blue eyes bobbing between the words on the pages and those in the bar, observing everyone as they spoke with each other.

(Ooc: off to home, bbiab.)