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Some WIPs for the OC meme!  Feat:

Ask my Muse ANYTHING. There are ZERO LIMITS!

(Accepting!)

Gin ran a tongue along one of her canines, feeling it recede just enough to appear normal again.  “Mean ‘s no’ s’much o’ a curse anymore, ah’ve learned t’control it, use it t’m’advantage, yeah?  Who’s afraid o’a five foot nothin’ ‘uman?  ‘Ardly anyone, righ’?  Bu’ when tha’ tiny ‘uman suddenly sprouts up two feet an’ gains teeth an’ claws, then everyone’s suddenly gonna listen t’ya.”  She shrugged, flexing her hand a bit.  “There’s some…chronic pain ah’d rather no’ hafta deal with, bu’ fer th’mos’ part ‘s…manageable.  Some people still look at me like ‘m a monster, ah s’pose…bu’ fuck ‘em.”

Casarai stepped into the home of her newfound friend, Rhastazi, whistling cheerfully.  With nary a care in the world, she hung her silver-grey scarf on the coat hanger, still clad in her well-cared for armor.

“What a day,” she said as she looked around, “At least it was productive.”  She looked down some of the hallways.  “Hello?  Anyone home?  Rhastazi?  Miss Rei’ki?”