Chapter Nine

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Realization . . .


     Oouger, a light blue gorisailn, and Traska, a turquoise, emo, gorisailn, were about to be changed forever. They were at truth's doorstep. Entrusting their lives in the Rock of Truth's handling. Oouger wasn't changing a lot, but Tarska already had a visible difference. Her fur was turning a light, yet vibrant purple, and her torso was lengthening upward.

     Oouger no longer had messy dreadlocks though, his head hair was slick, and shaped in a hansom upward point at the front, slightly on the side, and angled to the right. His eyes became a more fierce, intense shape. His fur was becoming darker, and slightly purply as well. Are they gonna be the same colour?! Maila worried. She moved closer to them, brow creasing as she approached. Soon enough though, she realized that Oouger was really just indigo, and Tarska was fully purple. When Maila looked at Tarska, she realised something that she hadn't' before. Tarska -like Orkijace- had two bulges growing on her side! They soon became longer, and furrier. Elbows formed in them, and hands on the ends. Only, her's weren't growing behind her original arms like Orkijace's. Tarska's second set of arms were above the other ones, up on the newly raised section of her torso. Maila couldn't believe the difference between how much they were changing! Oouger had hardly changed at all, and Tarska was unrecognizable from behind. Her face however, was unchanged. This was the opposite of Oouger, who's eyes were narrower, face was thinner, and mussel more defined, with a black nose at the end of it.

     Tarska and Oouger stepped away from on the rock pillar in unison. Oouger looked do n at his claws, flexed them twice and swished his tail. That's what's different! Maila realized. His tail! Pouters tail was longer (slightly longer than Maila's) and had two hook like spikes on the end; It armed to resemble a hoe with two tips. Tarska's tail however, was significantly shorter! It was just like a deer's tail. Maila strode per to them.

     "Oh my-" Maila said slowly, trailing off as she extended Tarska's new arms. They were a bit smaller than her other ones. Tarska pulled them back in quickly, and folded them up close to her chest.

     "She still crosses her arms," Airibone giggled unsurely. Tarska shot her a dangerous look.

     "How come I stayed blue?" Oouger asked rhetorically, striding over to Obalie. Obalie pointed out the large visual change with his tail and hair, and his fur was no longer light blue, it was a deep indigo. Tarska took herself over to a dark corner, and leaned against a boulder, still crossing her top arms. Maila noticed that her original arms were no longer arms at all! They were legs. Tarska was more like a centur than a gorisailn. She adjusted her beanie hat, let out a single huff before Maila looked away.

     Maila knew when and when not to go Tarska, this was a not. Instead of attempting (and likely failing) to comfort Tarska, she joined the rest of the group as they talked about what things that Oouger may be able to transform. Eventually, Airibone suggested to climb a tree to get a better view of the forest. That way, they could see more potential things to turn indigo. Maila followed as Oouger grabbed on a dangling vine, and climbed up it to the top of the tree. Airibone and Obalie were close behind her, peering around the forest for danger.

     When they reached the top of the canopy, Oouger began to hop around and laugh, looking down at the leaves and branches that they were suspended on. What's he doing? Maila wondered, looking at the leaves a well. She -in her head- answered herself when she saw the leaves beneath his feet flourish with a deep, shimmering indigo. Airibone gasped, and joined Oouger a moment later. Now what's she up to! Maila saw the leaves that remained blue turn a dark shade of pink beneath Airibone's feet and hands. Before that knew it, the canopy around them was a swirling pattern of pink, blue, and indigo. Where the pink met the indigo, there was a few leaves worth of gap between the two colours.

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