Looking to the bone wings as they spread he mimics her movements sharp bones reaching out to the skies yawning in magnificance. This was the fun of his ability, it was as if one was looking in a mirror. Every move, every glimmer of sun reflecting to reveal his beauty as a new found female. He takes a step closer growling out the words I'm Kryten, lovely to meet you both. Nodding to the bone winged girl he turns to the tusked beast. He nods to her just as he nodded to the other lady present. As beastly as his personality had become, the manners of a prince still managed to remain lingering in his soul just as all the moments of diplomatic diplomacy and pleasant moments with his sister.
Reaching out to the long furred creature, he shimmers to dust dissapearing for a moment of stunning replication. He then looks to the beast his own tusks extending from his jaws, shimmering back into existance. His head turns just as hers does. His his mouth ýawning open to let out the same toned rush of air that the Bones does at the same time Shoo He chuckles for a moment. We just met, nothing to be afraid of Hostile grin floats across his lips. Once more shimmering out of existance. He reappears as himself a young black draft with green eyes and tussles of hair clinging around his hooves. Locks of bluish black mane cling to his sweaty neck. It took so much out of him. But his large range of replications was worth it. Each one gaining him an advantage that didn't exist before.
He stares at them both, as much as they attempted to intimidate he saw no blood marring their souls, fur or teeth. Nothing could intimidate him these days. No longer was the world a big bad place full of evils, it was place full of oportunity and everything avalible for his personal use. Still even as he looks to the females, his own male form remains gentile in its stance. He was a prince once, he remained proud of this, mother had taught them much, father even more. As they both abandoned him as a infant he still clung to all the knowledge of his lineage. But its not this fact alone that defines his every movement. No its the one thing that terrified him, the one thing that ripped his perfect world apart. No one deserved happiness, no one. They all deserved to see the world as he now saw it, it was an eye opener. It was something that helped him evolve past the meaningless lies of love and despperation. Everyone had a darker side to themselves that they did not want to acknowledge. Reasons being either fear or blindness. In either case he wanted to show the world just the amount of new knowledge they could gain by allowing the acceptance of their darkness.
Kryten