--- <div class="content-box-sheet-alt-black"> <div img src="Fox Form.jpg" align="center" class="internal-embed" name="profile" > </div> </div> [[Illyria]], still in her fox form, watched the still steaming corpse of the young green dragon with an intense *hunger* that had little if anything to do with needing food. After all, she really only *really* needed to eat sporadically. She tilted her head curiously, watching her new friends busy themselves with the corpse sprawled on the cold stone floor in front of her. Under the precise touch of razor sharp knives scale, muscle, and sinew parted obediently, each of her friends taking what they needed from the cooling body. If she was being completely honest with herself, she wasn't *exactly* sure *why* they were cutting pieces from it, and she wondered idly if they had the same plans for it that she did. Though, the things she had seen them take, scales, claws, and other less identifiable parts, were not what her prior observations of solids seemed to indicate they were likely to enjoy. but maybe they felt adventurous after seeing what *she* ate. Or maybe they simply wanted to increase their mass, like she did. Pulling herself out of her reflections on the solids she was traveling with, she turned her current set of eyes (*only two, a rather insufficient number in her opinion, but making more seemed to cause solids discomfort*) She tilted her head, first to one angle, then the opposite, trying to properly estimate the size she would need for her meal. After a moment, and several angles, she got to her feet and took several steps towards the corpse. As one of the [[Formless]], [[Illyria]] was not bound by the seemingly arbitrary restrictions her new associates experienced, mouths too small, or too few, eyes to close together or far apart... breathing? Just seemed to be... so *inconvenient* As she moved, her flesh ***flowed***, becoming something closer to a liquid as she reorganized her mass. Hair pulled inwards disappearing, leaving her "skin" smooth and pale to the point of near translucence. Simultaneously, she grew exponentially in size, creating and positioning the organs she would need to consume the corpse. She stretched and contorted her mass, leaving an enormous opening at her center with a wide, lipless, mouth stretching open. Tendrils from inside the mouth shot out and latched onto the body in front of her, pulling it into the opening, her mouth sealing shut as the last bit moved within. The first part done. [[Illyria]] focused her will, shaping row after row of large, serrated teeth within her, until it every inch of her mouth was filled with the cruel spikes. Contracting muscles that formed the moment she focused on them, the teeth within her started to rotate, each row moving into alternate directions, slowing only slightly when the razor sharp tips sliced deeply into the dragon's dead flesh. She had no idea what she must have looked like as she consumed her prize, nor what horrific sounds her meal must have caused, as she had formed neither eyes nor ears for this task. In a much shorted time than one would expect, Illyria again sat calmly in the shape of a small nine tailed fox, a small pool of dark dragon's blood on the floor before her the only sign a body had been there moments before. Within, she shifted the organs and new mass into the bag of holding within her, displacing the mass and the organs needed to process it safely within.