The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 16:23:08 GMT -6
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"Mmmmm," the shoulder cat lazily replied, its spine arcing ever more as it continued its stretch. "Did they break your arm? Try stabbing you, maybe? Throttling you? Intimidating you, beating you? Kept you tethered or confined against your will? Tested experimental equipment on you? Let's not forget the tail, of course—you've such a nice, gourmet one. Did the humans rip it off? Did they threaten your life on a regular basis if you did not obey them? Set you up as a spy against your own kind?"
The cat stretched further, further—too far. Its center of balance shifted all the way from Aurion's shoulder to his lap; in a furry landslide, the cat tumbled down. Its dignity was unimpaired by the motion. After a few quick licks to settle its fur, and sprawled across its new seat.
"Mutants did that to me. Guess I should hate the whole stupid lot of you." It rubbed its head against his scaled chest, with a brief burst of purring. "Scritch my back? Knuckles, please, not claws. I try not to be as disposable as a dictionary."
Aurion was a bit stunned that Calley came up with so many things that had been done to Aurion. There were others that hadn't happened to him. Those made Aurion wonder if it was just a list Calley was thinking of off the top of his head. Swallowing, he nodded. Then twitched in surprise as Calley fell from his shoulder into his lap. At the request Aurion's hand, that hadn't wrecked the arm of the loveseat, set the dictionary to the side and rubbed a knuckle alone Calley's back, as lightly as he could, because he didn't want to accidentally break his back.
"It was my parents. Brought me home from the hospital." His eyes were distant again, his voice was softer than normal. What was it about petting cats that put people at ease? He even knew Calley wasn't really a cat, but it didn't seem to matter. "The change made me go...crazy." He huffed a laugh. "Chained me up. Enjoyed doing things to me, laughed about it. Dad went too far and cut my fin in half. When it grew back..." He shrugged. "They started taking money from other humans, let them do things to me. Can't remember how many times my tail was cut off. One guy even paid to cut off the whole thing so he could stuff it and hang it on his wall."
Absently he started to do little swirls in Calley's fur with his knuckle. "Probably could have gotten over it if they hadn't made me kill my puppy. They thought I wouldn't do anything, that I wouldn't tear them to pieces when I had the chance. Human stupidity. But that was the parents, and those who paid for their fun. I guess it's not like humans tried to kill me on sight...oh wait, they do."
Aurion's large head tilted down, his chin resting on his chest, eyes fixed on Calley. Opening his hand, he watched carefully as he put one claw tip to Calley's head. "I'm sorry that mutants did that to you Calley, I hope they got theirs like my parents did. With the world full of humans that hate us, we shouldn't do that stuff to each other. But!" He stressed it with a snarl. "I have every right to hate them for how I was treated. No human has ever done a thing to make me think that maybe they aren't stupid creatures, that they could be nice." Lifting his claw, partially to make sure he hadn't actually done any damage and mostly so that he could rub his knuckle over the feline's head. "I think, and hope, mutants have shown you better treatment overall than humans have shown me."
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 17:55:37 GMT -6
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The little white cat simply sat and listened as well as any cat ever has, its eyes half-lidded, its back arcing now and then as the lizard man's knuckle stroked through its fur, an unobtrusive rumble in its chest.
He didn't pet as well as a human would have, but Calley didn't think that was what he needed to hear right now. His eyes blinked open as the claw tip poked at his head. The purr momentarily stopped; just a heart beat's skip, and then it was back, with nothing needing to be said on the matter. Only that the claw was sharp and awfully close; but Calley could have sharp claws when he wanted to, and Aurion was no closer to him than he was to Aurion.
"I got them theirs," the little cat said, after pausing to flick its tongue over a paw a few times, and run the paw over its head. Claw tips were all well and good, but they did a number on one's carefully composed hair styling. His ear flicked aimlessly; his eyes closed again. "For the rest—I've got an itch between my shoulders, if you don't mind—it's up to you to think what you want, and hope how you can. I hope that you can keep it up. It's nice to be able to have faith in a whole group of things, just because they are what they are. I only see individuals. Mmm, a little lower, please."
Had mutants treated him better?
It was a nice thought, but no. No, Calley assumed everyone was stupid, until proven otherwise. A mutant was just a human who'd woken up with powers one day.
Aurion gave the feline a satisfied rumble. It was good to know that whoever did those things to Calley had gotten what they deserved. Even if it was short lived, and didn't last long, revenge feels SO good. Aurion adjusted where he was 'petting' Calley to get between the shoulder blades, then down a bit. "Gotta have faith in something right? When a human shows up that is different than all the others I've met, and when other mutants turn their backs on me and treat me like humans do." Aurion switched to swirls again. "Maybe things'll change then."
He looked at the dictionary on the cushion then to the cat on his lap. "While you speak well for a cat." A snort of a laugh, "I'm having a hard time thinking you came here to kick back, relax, and read a good book with a bowl a milk nearby, just in case you got thirsty." Aurion's tongue flicked over his lips. He was actually a bit thirsty.
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 19:37:59 GMT -6
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Calley
The lizard was rumbling. The cat's ears flicked up; its whiskers fanned forwards; back. Then it butted its soft forehead against the scales on Aurion's chest, and turned its own rumbling up a notch.
A lizard man who could purr? Already, Aurion was cooler than Koga.
"I do have faith," the little cat said, shifting a bit to help Aurion's knuckles find the right spot. Not quite, not quite... ahhhh, there. There was good. He should keep scritching, right there. "I have faith in the people who serve me." He looked upwards with half-lidded eyes, and a certain catty smirk in the set of his whiskers and ears. "Being a Retainer to a Tom Cat is a very serious position, you know. I protect all my vassals, and they span every corner of the city. You could be called on to do nearly anything, in my service."
His reasons for coming here?
"Of course not," the little cat said, with a dismissive flick of his tail. "Most adult cats are lactose intolerant, you know; that milk thing is a myth. We prefer wat—"
Tongue. Black fork flicking tongue like a snake out and gone just like that---
The little white cat was halfway up Aurion's chest, paws batting at the lizard's mouth before he could quite compose himself. Ahem. He sat back down, and groomed the hair on his chest back into place; then the fur under his arm; then his back.
"You should spend a day as a cat," he advised, moving his ministrations to his spotted posterior. "People like cats. They relax around us, too; cats get to see what people are really like. Maybe you'd like humans more, if you saw what a cat sees."
Of course Aurion couldn't purr, or he could, about as well as a lion or tiger could purr, which wasn't much or well at all. But it was similar to the big cats' approximation of a purr, which was a lot of 'rumbling'. Calley's faith in his retainers was something Aurion could appreciate, at least to some extent. It was like him appreciating and having faith that Jupiter or Syn, or the others would have his back if he needed it.
He was about to ask about the milk thing when suddenly Calley was standing up and batting at his lip. Aurion pulled his head back in surprise, furrowed his brow and watched the cat. Who just as quickly sat back down as he had stood up. When Calley began grooming himself Aurion started laughing softly at first but it soon turned into a Muttley laugh. He couldn't help it, it had been unexpected and funny.
When the feline mutant started talking again, Aurion tried to suppress his laughter and ended up snorting a couple times before getting it under control. "A-a cat?" A cough to push the laughter away completely. " Could be fun. I don't think it would change my opinion much. Humans treat their pets differently than they treat mutants, or even each other. But it would probably be fun." He shrugged and lifted one hand. "But like I said, I don't change forms, and if I could, I don't think I could become a cat. Fun to think about though."
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 20:22:28 GMT -6
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Calley
That laughter wasn't for him, surely; there was something else funny happening in the room, or within Aurion's mind. The cat, however, was entirely disinterested in what it might be, and so continued his grooming as the man got it out of his system. People were so strange and undignified sometimes. Not at all like cats. He pinned his tail down with a paw, and gave it a thorough licking as it tried to twitch itself free.
"How they treat their pets is part of who they are. People have many different parts, for many different things. A mouse gets a much different reaction than a cat; a pit bull different than a Labrador puppy. Man-sized lizards get their own reaction, too. Some people might be under the impression that you are scary."
With a last lick, he settled down contentedly, and gazed up at Aurion's face. Clearly not at his mouth; just at his face. In general, with no particular sense of expectation quivering in the erratic flicks of his tail across the mutant's lap.
"You are my Fourth Retainer. This makes you privy to certain perks of position. Occasionally I may deign to shed on your bed, for example, or leave dead mice on your doorstep—mind you, that's a rare treat, and I shall not overindulge you. And sometimes; again, do not expect me to spoil you, but sometimes... I shall make you a cat. I am a most benevolent Master."
It butted its head against Aurion's arm. This conversation had gone on far too long without a return to proper scritching.
Calley was talking about the different ways humans treat their pets. How they treat different animals different ways. Which was true, and Aurion had seen it for himself plenty of times. The only thing he could think of while Calley was talking, and his comment to it, "All good eats though." Why? Because he had eaten all of the things that Calley had mentioned. Really you could name an animal you've seen in NYC, and unless it was a raptor, he's probably eaten it. When you're on the streets scrounging for food, you eat whatever you can get your hands on, and it's all good eats then. "Yeah. Usually welcomed with guns. I tell ya, shotguns...I hate shotguns. They hurt."
A brief, "Okay." after Calley said he could make him a cat, then he was silent. Why? Because he didn't believe it obviously. He had seen mutant who were able to change themselves into things, but never heard of one who could change other people into things. A butted arm and Aurion returns to knuckling the cat. "I don't have a bed. They feel strange, ya know not comfortable really. The mice would be a very crunchy treat. They were always nice for a small snack." And he did not comment on being turned into a cat, because he didn't know what to say beside, 'Dun believe ya.'
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 21:18:58 GMT -6
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Calley
"Rats are better," the cat commented. "Like mice, but more of a mouthful, and with a certain after taste of intelligence that mice generally lack. Prey always taste better than predators; it's the diet, you know. But then, I am an urban gourmet. Mmm, and there's something to be said for English sparrows."
He lay back down in the lizard man's lap, tilting back his chin in a not-so-subtle suggestion as to where the man should scritch next.
"What do you sleep on?" He asked. "When you are a cat, we will have to sit you on a bed. They are quite nice, for cats. Humans cannot appreciate them properly, because they are so small when one is a human. A cat can get lost under covers and discover a whole world of dark tunnels, and lost feet in need of pouncing; a cat can roll over and over and over and not fall off the edge." Not at all like on a couch. Couches were much too narrow. Not to say he had any traumatic experiences related to such, of course.
"I recommend Isabel's bed, in fact. Have you met Isabel? She loves cats. She plays this fun game, where she tries to stab them, so you have to sneak in and out very carefully. Isn't best to play in spring, when your winter coat is shedding. She loves knowing that a cat's been there, when she's been out."
"I sense some disbelief from you, but that is only to be expected. You are still in awe over your new Master. Don't worry; while the awe will never truly fade, you will start being able to function properly, even when you are basking in my presence." He rolled over onto his back, paws in the air, and blinked slowly and sagely. "My belly now, please."
"I can't comment on taste honestly." Aurion tapped the bone plate that covered where his nose kind of was. "Can't really smell or taste, but rats do have more meat on'em, and not as much work as mice. Dogs can be a bit tough though. Sometimes even my teeth can't quite cud'it in one go. I dunno about sparrows, not sure what they look like. Pidgin is...I'd rather eat anything but pidgins. Ooh, ever had raccoon? Beasty little buggers but they got some meat on'em, pretty tender too, not too stringy or chewy."
"I sleep on the floor. There was a bed in my room when I first started living here. I tore it apart and broke it in my sleep though. It also hurt to sleep on. I slept on floors and small spaces and stuff for years. Just not use to'em I guess." Calley's talk of why beds were great as a cat actually sounded kind of fun, and very believable. Aurion had known of a cat years before who enjoyed rolling off things. It got onto the roof once just to roll off it and land on the patio table. Thinking about that, Aurion had to admit that cat had been stupid and some sort of crazy.
"To be honest, I don't think I'd want to piss her off. Common." And again, Aurion tapped the bone plating on his head. "The bone mistress, and the plates on my head. Not a good combination. Besides, I kind of enjoy having my organs in one piece."
Rubbing Calley's belly he laughed, "Okay. Let's say I believe you, for curiosity's sake. How does it...How do you change me? And how long does it last, and what would happen to," He waved his free hand towards himself, "Me?"
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 23, 2012 22:17:11 GMT -6
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Calley
"You don't like pigeon?" The little cat gasped, its paws twitching. "Sure they're a bit dirty on the outside, but on the inside... The juices, the grease, the belly fat, the marinara of all New York's refuse—" Its paws twitched again, for other reasons. "Never had raccoons. They're omnivorous, right? I suppose they might be worth a try. Ever had elder bugs? Or, ooo, grasshoppers. Such a nice crunch, and fun to catch. All that hopping is begging to be pounced. Oh, you know English sparrows—they're the little brown birds that flock everywhere. They're Weight Watchers pigeons."
It was nice to have someone to talk food with. Most people just didn't understand; they were too used to getting their food delivered to them in unrecognizable form. At the end of the day, what was chicken alfredo but a dead bird on top of pasta? It was nothing a plump pigeon couldn't be used for. And really, with pigeons—especially the ones who lived in Central Park, between that hot dog cart on 92nd and the Italian Ice stand on 91st—oh my, but sauce would just be gilding the feathered lily.
Of course, he was ignoring the insinuation that the man had sampled on cat. Aurion had already admitted to his own ignorance in some matters; this was simply another of them. He hadn't known better. He would learn.
"Oh, Isabel doesn't get angry," the white cat said, purring heartily. "She gets murderous. There's a difference. She likes feeling murderous; why else would she murder so often? We'd only be helping her. It is a cat's greatest joy in life, to help others."
"Mmm, some belief trickles in. This is good; a Retainer should always have trust for his Master's words." The little cat squiggle-rolled onto its side, bracing its legs against the lizard man's chest as it stretched its back out. "You would still be you, just as I am always me. Of course, it may help improve your cognition; cats are very clear thinkers. Much better than humans." Much. Not that they were superior; to be considered superior, one must be in the same judging class. Poor humans, it was not their fault there were not cats; only cats were cats. Aurion would see, when he was a cat. "It seems to last about as long as you want it, though it wears off eventually, even if you'd rather stay a cat. Never fear, I can always turn you back." Into a cat, that is; he had no idea how to return people to their original forms, but they always seemed to work something out on their own. "As for how to do it..." He rolled onto his other side, rubbing the top of his head along Aurion's scales. "Well, your audition for Retainer has been satisfactory, and I am feeling pleased with you. So today, you need only ask."
Aurion shrugged at Calley's description of the pigeon's delicious taste. "Well, maybe some day I'll know what you're talking about, when I can taste again." He wasn't holding out any hope of that happening. "I recommend raccoon though. I don't know if I'd chance trying to take one down by yourself though. That fight would be lost before it started, and you'd be dinner." Aurion tried to imagine the little birds Calley was talking about, there were a lot of birds in the city, from big ones to small ones. So he held his fingers apart a certain distance and changed it bit by bit until Calley's reaction told him he was right.
It wasn't a flashy reaction, but he knew when he had the right size, abouts. "Oooh, those things. I never bothered trying. I couldn't get close to'em usually, and the few times I did, only my tail was fast enough. Usually smacked'em somewhere. Couple times of that," Shrugging. "Didn't bother after. And I don't do bugs. Eww."
Laughing nervously, "Because making her murderous is so! much better." There was so much sarcasm dripping from that sentence to swim in. "Maybe if there was a target to point her at afterwards...I don't want that target to be me." He laughed because he didn't want to think about Isabel stabbing him, it would not feel good at all.
Aurion eyed the feline with slightly furrowed brows. Calley was serious. Even if he did seem to think that being a cat would somehow make him better than he already was, and better cog-something. Aurion figured he was talking about brains, that seemed to go in the right line of thinking. "Uhh." He wasn't so sure about things until Calley said he could turn him back. "Well, it sounds...interesting." With a breath that he let out slowly, mostly because he had no idea what was going to happen. "Could you make me a cat?" He asked only a bit hesitantly.
The little white cat with black spots here and there shook off the hand that was scritching it, and sat up, lifting one paw so it could groom at its chest. Its tail tip twitch-twitched; its ears swiveled, towards sounds in the room that no one else could hear.
When someone asks something of a cat, it is obligatory for the cat to make them wait.
With no further ado—and with his fur properly settled—the little cat turned its baby blue eyes on Aurion again, as if remembering with some surprise that the lizard man still existed. He stretched his neck towards the man's face, but it was his whiskers that bridged the gap.
With a thought and a very particular click, a certain ginger tom form was checked out of Calley's own closet, and wrapped snuggly around the (former) lizard. It was done in an moment: not instantly, but as near to instant as one can get. There was no pain in the transformation, nor even discomfort; the nervous system does not process things so quickly, especially when its pathways are being shifted and changed.
The little cat's whiskers stayed fanned a moment more as he observed the results, then flushed smugly back against its face.
"You may thank me later," he purred. "When you have vocal chords again."
Aurion wasn't sure what to do, he had asked the question, and got an 'I'll think about it.' answer. What did that mean? Calley had offered and said what he had to do. Was it because he hesitated? Because he wasn't completely sure? Had he changed his mind? The answer Cally gave him irked Aurion a little. He didn't really have a reason to be irked, it wasn't like Calley had said he'd do it right then, or even that day. 'Hell,' Aurion realized, 'Maybe he can't do it right away or maybe he has to think about it...I dunno.'
The thought that Calley was being catty, taking his time, or even forgetting about Aurion for a moment, never entered Aurion's head. Why? He wouldn't be sure if the question was put to him, but maybe Aurion was thinking of Calley more as a person than a cat, even if he did act a lot like one.
It had gone quiet for long enough with nothing happening, except Calley fixing his fur, that Aurion was beginning to think about getting up. He saw Calley move towards him and fixed his yellow eyes on the mutant's own blue ones. Aurion didn't realize when the whiskers touched him.
One moment he was looking down at Calley, the next.. well he was still looking down at Calley but the difference in height wasn't much. A bit confused, "Mraw..." He stopped, quite suddenly. Normally that would have come out as 'Uhh', maybe 'Umm'. He sounded like a cat.
Aurion looked down and saw a paw a somewhat large paw, at least he thought so. Following the paw upward with his eyes, he saw the leg continued all the way up to a feline shoulder. Aurion looked up at Calley, eyes a bit wide. Cats don't blink very often, at least compared to humans, but he did blink, a few times, in quick succession.
He had been expecting to feel...something when, if it happened. He remembered how painful it felt when his scales grew in, or the plates on his head, or when his bones changed. That had made him go nuts from the pain. Being changed into a cat had been fast enough he didn't even realize what had happened, until it had already been done. There had been no pain, no jarring, disorientation, no...nothing. One moment he was himself, the next he was a cat. And...and...
His nose twitched once, twice, as he sniffed. Sniffed? Suddenly Aurion realized what he was doing. That realization sent him twisting and turning in place sniffing, his head going up and down, side to side, neck extending then pulling back, eyes closed the entire time. People, tend to think that dogs are superior to other animals in terms of their sense of smell. While that may be true for some dog breeds, cat's are no slouches either.
There were so many odors around him that Aurion felt like his head was swimming, it was almost painful. It had been nearly 10 years since he had been able to smell anything but the most potent stenches, even then it had been very faint. An unpleasant, unhappy mrowling rolled from Aurion as he lifted his hand..paw and covered his nose. Inhaling, he caught his own catty scent and felt a little better. The brief contact of paw-to-nose had also felt...right. So he did it again, and again. Each time the motion was more brushing. He could feel his fur as his paw passed over it, he could feel his paw as it moved town from his the top of his head to his nose.
He was occupied with that pleasant feeling so deeply that he forgot about the scents all over. The motion of his paw was a little more enthusiastic with each pass. Aurion tried to brush a little harder, and accidentally unsheathed a claw just slightly and felt its sharp tip poke him in the head. Surprised by this he flinched just a bit, in doing so the fur on his 'arm' tickled the fur near his ear. There was no repressing the sudden shake of the head. There was a very slight odd moment just after the shake ended and normality resumed. Aurion had wondered when he was younger if cats made themselves dizzy when they shook their head so fast. Now he had his answer; Not at all.
In a way he was thankful for that sudden shake, it pulled him out of...whatever sort of sensation trance he had been. Though now his head itched where his claw had poked him, he was so tempted to rub it, but fought that down not wanting to get drawn down into the petting again. There was another thing that was different, and he had just tickled it. Ears. He had actual ears now, or at least ears that were recognizable as ears. And he could feel them on his head, it was almost like how he could feel his tail. When they moved he felt it, that was odd enough, but without moving his head sounds changed slightly as his ears twitched and moved, all by themselves to find, focus, and pinpoint where the sounds were coming from.
The comparison between a dog's and cat's sense of smell seemed to hold up with their hearing to. The library was relatively quiet, but Aurion could hear...breathing, his own, Calley's, and...
Oh right, Calley. Aurion had forgotten he wasn't alone. Turning his head he looked at Calley, almost guiltily. Seeing the feline Aurion started to purr, a softly rolling thing. Aurion's own feline face wasn't as pronounced as Calley's, so when he opened his mouth it was obvious almost instantly there was something off about it, being wider than a natural cat's. The purr became louder as his mouth opened, his tail flicking from side to side quickly, not in agitation, but excited contentment. Did that even make sense? Yes it did, and Aurion knew it to be true.
The tail stopped suddenly though when Aurion realized that too was familiar yet at the same time not. He turned his head nonchalantly to look at his tail. He saw his tail, slightly curved to the side as he held it up. It was so light and furry, he flicked it around. Oh yes, Aurion burred some more, not quite so softly, he could feel that, feel the air move around his tail.
A tail he realized that looked pretty long, for a cat. He was sure he remembered hearing about long tailed cats before and wondered if that is what Calley had made him. Call him slow but only after that thought did he actually realize what color the fur on the tail was and knew something was definitely odd.
He started actually thinking and realized that his fur was a shade of dark forest green, with a lighter shade of bright green, strawberry red, onyx black, and sunflower yellow sprinkled throughout. The patterns on his fur were that of the light green, with the dark green sprinkled in its place. He had felt the ridge on his head, the 'M' shape that was normally formed from a fur pattern was actually a hard bone protrusion, raising the 'M' higher than the rest of his head, the light bit of fur that grew over it was an off shade of neon green, making the 'M' stand out. His paws were larger than normal, as was the rest of his frame, and a little more muscular as well. His eyes were the same, though they may have seemed a bit more golden than before.
All in all, if it weren't for the color of his fur, he would have looked for, fairly, normal cat.
Aurion turned to look at Calley again, purring stopped, tail moving slowly, showing his confusion, since he wasn't able to talk. He remembered now that Calley could talk and that he had said he could thank him when he had vocal chords again. Why could Calley talk, but he couldn't? He doubted non-verbal communication would be able to ask that question, so he was probably going to have to live with that question until he was himself again.