Re: Mos Thorntier
[The form, when it finishes, is that of a woman. By all standards, she is both unsettling and lovely- a creature whose parts are made of the same ominous darkness that seems to fill up the jungle around her. She unfolds herself from a crouch on the ground, stretches a neck far too long for the shape that she's taken so that she can look first one way and then the other at the beastmen clustered around her.]