claws portrude, they kneed at the soil. Muscles coil under a coat of shimmering gold. Padded feet dig deeper into the sweet earth. Knees crouch and lean into the warm ground beneath him. Yellow eyes glint with perception.

Enormous jowls curl and wrinkle so that one could catch a glint of the white fangs underneath. Its almost as if he is wearing black lipstick, and eyeliner. He remains quiet. A low rumble from his throat is the only sound he makes. So far this was his favorite replication be far. Enormous, glorious, self-endulging, and above all it was the perfect cover for a silent stalker.

Tail flicks the end of the golden skin having what could be referred to as a golden puff ball. A fly buzzes in his ear, and he shakes out the golden mane. It shimmers as all his replications still do. He wasn't perfect at them by far, but they were very very helpful. A rough tongue licks at the long hair on his chest. Trying to rid himself of the itch. Before whispered face is looking out through the brush once more. In a crouch he leaves his cover trailing slowly into the tall grasses.

They would never see him coming. The golden wreath around his neck providing a slightly annoying distraction. He glances around, powerful haunches gathering for a pounce. When something catches his eye. He puzzles at it for a moment. Shimmering back into himself before anyone would notice the kingly cat. But the likelyhood of him going unnoticed. Well that still had to be determined. .

Kryten

His cat form disipated, as he shimmers into the veiw of his prey. She is brightly colored. Just as strange as all the creatures in this land seem to be in this land. His hoof stomps in frustration. Muscles rippling with the thud and plung of his weighty leg. They vibrate with the power of his draftly blood. All of his family was large. Not so large as to be pure draft. No they had the fine curves and lushious delicacy of any other horse around.

She aproaches, her eyes hinting to a mischief that he has yet to fully understand. The spring air sticky with the scent of excitement. An excitement that he has not yet comprehended. There is something iluded in the air that he is curious about. Something that makes his body thrum with heat. She aproaches steamy with drying water. Supple with pumping blood. Coy with amusment. She rolls up to him with a step that he does not understand.

She steps around him, causing a heat shrill up his spine. His body reacting in ways that he could not comprehend. What was she doing to get his body to change and form into something menacing with a heaviness between his legs that was newly pleasurable? He doesn't lean into her almost angry that she was controling him in this way.

But he doesn't lean away either. He liked the sensations to much for that. His body felt like it was out of his control. I am looking for something. He states it with a agression that only full grown male posesses. But with the newly discovered aspects of maleness being discovered in that moment he had that right.

He blinks looking at her as she stops next to him still pressed into him. In the few moments of stillness he takes advantage. Leaning towards her a little his nostrils reaching to scent at her hide. I'm Kryten Harley. He smiles at her tasting her name on his lips. It had a nice ring to it. What are you doing out here?

Kryten