[Alloran had allowed himself to be attended by stylists for that calendar shoot, and they had done some hair-pulling in the process. Stacia does seem to know what she's doing, though his fur has a rather different consistency than a wolf's. The metallic guard hairs aren't as soft, the shedding under layer thinner, and the very long hairs of his undermane are almost more like human hair, but... not.
He watches her at it with a stalk eye, allowing his main eyes to close. The other eye stands sentinel.]
<Let alone to find itself half embedded in a bioweapon shaped like a tree. One of the worse choices of morph for that moment, I have to say. The lerdethak is an impressive monster, but its main body is vulnerable to scalding.>
[He could go on about this for a long time. It had been a very dramatic and troubling incident that had done significant damage to Esplin's standing in the Yeerk Empire. He really probably shouldn't, though. Alloran's not built to sigh quite the way humans do, it's much more a visual sign with only a faint sound of escaping air.]
<I have... I have a morph that allows me to use someone's body as my own, and read their minds without restriction. I acquired Esplin decades ago in some fruitless ploy, and so I have a Yeerk morph. It's not the sort of thing I could make much use of on my own, you understand.>
[He shares a very non-explicit, stylized image like a diagram - a hand carrying a large sluglike mass to a head with ears and a floating shape representing the brain. The mass vanishing, the brain outlined in slug-color with tendrils reaching in. The mass reappearing outside of the head and being carried away again. It is colored with a stomach-churning slice of nausea and self-loathing.]
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He watches her at it with a stalk eye, allowing his main eyes to close. The other eye stands sentinel.]
<Let alone to find itself half embedded in a bioweapon shaped like a tree. One of the worse choices of morph for that moment, I have to say. The lerdethak is an impressive monster, but its main body is vulnerable to scalding.>
[He could go on about this for a long time. It had been a very dramatic and troubling incident that had done significant damage to Esplin's standing in the Yeerk Empire. He really probably shouldn't, though. Alloran's not built to sigh quite the way humans do, it's much more a visual sign with only a faint sound of escaping air.]
<I have... I have a morph that allows me to use someone's body as my own, and read their minds without restriction. I acquired Esplin decades ago in some fruitless ploy, and so I have a Yeerk morph. It's not the sort of thing I could make much use of on my own, you understand.>
[He shares a very non-explicit, stylized image like a diagram - a hand carrying a large sluglike mass to a head with ears and a floating shape representing the brain. The mass vanishing, the brain outlined in slug-color with tendrils reaching in. The mass reappearing outside of the head and being carried away again. It is colored with a stomach-churning slice of nausea and self-loathing.]