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7/13/2025, 9:13:58 PM
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Khorine looks to you again, and again she’s startled. You move your hand from her chimera to ruffle the faun’s hair instead, to her bleating protest.
“It don’t take a mentalist to see it on yer face, kid.”
Khorine bats away your hand, and your return it to the chimera. She does likewise, with the head closest to her, leaving the middle one—and Hershy, who hops back to nestle into your neck—miffed. After a while of this, she finally speaks up.
“It’s a clone, you know.”
“Huh?” You follow her gaze down to the animal you’re petting. “Oh. But I thought this thing was s’posed to be ‘natural’?”
“The one we captured WAS,” Khorine corrects you, “but this… This was produced by that Veigar goblin… or whatever he is, with a <Clone> spell, and modified further by that Ayla woman to make it tame. The REAL chimera we found would have never let us pet it like this, even with all my experience. Like everything else here, it’s… Fake. A twisted imitation of TRUE nature.”
You manage not to laugh at the idea of ‘all Khorine’s experience’, which would amount to… What Twelve, thirteen years? She can’t be any older than that, and while you’re no expert on faun puberty, you think she might be even younger to judge by her build. Instead, picking up on the discomfort, you try to put Khorine at ease.
“Well, that ain’t so bad, is it?” you ask,a nd add: “Ya know, CZ’s a clone, too.”
“Hmph, THAT makes sense!”
“Watch it,” you growl. “That’s my sis yer talkin’ about.”
“…Sorry.”
“Anyway,” you continue, regaining your momentum, “I’m modified myself. ‘S why I’m Fey to begin with.”
“Well, I mean…”
“An’ you light Hershy, right? He’s a lab experiment, as I hear it.”
Khorine looks up at Hershy, who stops preening himself to ribbit at her, like ‘whaddaya want?’ The goat-girl giggles a little, before she catches herself, and affects her usual serious expression again.
“And Ayla and Veigar are like that, too,” she says. “And Yeb-Uit, now. And others soon, too, right? And now you’ve brought back the hundun, and Cara-Zi has that wretched... That ‘Nermal’ of hers! And now you’re going to go get these pills, and transform the whole Regiment.”
You shrug again, not sure if you want to bring up here and now that Copperbelt is being prepped for a transmogrification as you speak. “Only the ones what wanna do it.”
“Where does it end?” Khorine asks.
“Huh?”
Khorine looks to you again, and again she’s startled. You move your hand from her chimera to ruffle the faun’s hair instead, to her bleating protest.
“It don’t take a mentalist to see it on yer face, kid.”
Khorine bats away your hand, and your return it to the chimera. She does likewise, with the head closest to her, leaving the middle one—and Hershy, who hops back to nestle into your neck—miffed. After a while of this, she finally speaks up.
“It’s a clone, you know.”
“Huh?” You follow her gaze down to the animal you’re petting. “Oh. But I thought this thing was s’posed to be ‘natural’?”
“The one we captured WAS,” Khorine corrects you, “but this… This was produced by that Veigar goblin… or whatever he is, with a <Clone> spell, and modified further by that Ayla woman to make it tame. The REAL chimera we found would have never let us pet it like this, even with all my experience. Like everything else here, it’s… Fake. A twisted imitation of TRUE nature.”
You manage not to laugh at the idea of ‘all Khorine’s experience’, which would amount to… What Twelve, thirteen years? She can’t be any older than that, and while you’re no expert on faun puberty, you think she might be even younger to judge by her build. Instead, picking up on the discomfort, you try to put Khorine at ease.
“Well, that ain’t so bad, is it?” you ask,a nd add: “Ya know, CZ’s a clone, too.”
“Hmph, THAT makes sense!”
“Watch it,” you growl. “That’s my sis yer talkin’ about.”
“…Sorry.”
“Anyway,” you continue, regaining your momentum, “I’m modified myself. ‘S why I’m Fey to begin with.”
“Well, I mean…”
“An’ you light Hershy, right? He’s a lab experiment, as I hear it.”
Khorine looks up at Hershy, who stops preening himself to ribbit at her, like ‘whaddaya want?’ The goat-girl giggles a little, before she catches herself, and affects her usual serious expression again.
“And Ayla and Veigar are like that, too,” she says. “And Yeb-Uit, now. And others soon, too, right? And now you’ve brought back the hundun, and Cara-Zi has that wretched... That ‘Nermal’ of hers! And now you’re going to go get these pills, and transform the whole Regiment.”
You shrug again, not sure if you want to bring up here and now that Copperbelt is being prepped for a transmogrification as you speak. “Only the ones what wanna do it.”
“Where does it end?” Khorine asks.
“Huh?”
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