Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190628224007/@comment-26517142-20190712041921

Anastasia looks at her own clone and frowns as well. "You forgot the cowlick, Azzy. THE cowlick!! (Points at the single wisp of hair on her head) They're bound to notice something is up!" Azkadia rolls her eyes. "Oh stop. Nardu's blank face is worse than your silly cowlick. Now come on."

Azkadia's wand, seeming like a metal-plated rod, emitted smoke that instantly surrounded the group and teleported them into a candy-walled workshop. As soon as their feet touched the ground Azkadia stretched her arms as if she was getting out of shape. "Gods almighty, doing those smoke clones really sucks the vitality out of me.."

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Albi, while standing still, felt the Wiccen's Demonic Energy start to settle within her. Putting a hold on her Holstaur's lustful state. Little by little her wild Demonic Energy started to settle down for her to control in the ball of energy..

(Up to you. If you wanna go full-crazy on being a Holstaur, Albi is yours to manage.)