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He was changing.

His legs were long, fingers dexterous, posture changed and his mindset grew. Viktor was now a fresh, new adult; the aches of his development were nearly over. While his coloration remained the same, the wolf had his suspicions that they would soon change. Within the family there were a multitude of adults that sported all sorts of pelts varying in both color, markings or both. Viktor often wondered how he would develop in the months to come. What would influence his transformation? Would living so closely to other multi-patterened gro cause him to develop a unique set of markings as well? What about his coloration overall? Would he remain the same warm grey that followed through his childhood or would he drastically change in hue, tint or shade? It was exciting, perhaps a little overwhelming, and a tad bit intimidating.

It seemed that his growth had not gone unnoticed as well. The family was keeping an eye on him which sparked their initial encouragement for Viktor to take magic classes. On top of that, it appeared that they had another lesson to teach as well. As a member of the Saynamo family, Viktor not only had to act the part but he also needed to look it as well. Proper grooming and frequent bathing-- something that Viktor was not accustomed to being a child of the streets-- was now a step in his life that was quickly being ingrained into his daily routine. At first he attempted to skirt by doing everything halfheartedly, but his lack-luster performance was quickly noticed and swiftly reprimanded. A member took it upon themselves to teach him the proper etiquette of bathing (including using that dastardly substance known as soap), brushing his hair, trimming and general consciousness of his outwardly appearance.

Viktor, as he was being taught this lesson on so-called "hygiene," was also being instructed on an art called Charisma. Charisma was a skill that all had access to, some were more gifted in than others, but most failed at mastering. It had the power that could greatly impact and influence others in varying degrees based upon ones whim. A gro that didn't care for their general appearance would be quickly discredited and written off as a fool (among other things) and chalked up as a unreliable source. In short, if he looked bad, the rest of the family did, too. Now, a gro that appeared well-kept, clean, and sharp was a different story. Charisma was directly influenced by the eloquence of ones words mixed by ones general appearance. One that recognized this power and utilized it promptly could produce results that could send tremors through even the fiercest of foes and melt the coldest of hearts. Charisma was often sought after within society, and those that possessed it could often provide favorable results. Simply put, if Viktor looked good, so did the family. It was a gift as much as it was a curse and in the right hands it could be used as a perfect weapon.

The concept of an intangible weapon was hard to wrap his mind around, but the lesson itself offered a lot for Viktor to think about. The fact that the member was so insistent on the importance of the matter was honestly enough to encourage the wolf to take it more seriously. As such, he proceeded to focus on adding this practice of "hygeine" to his schedule. Hopefully this would help him understand the concept of 'Charisma' further.

When the member left his room, Viktor picked up a fine tooth comb and turned to his mirror. He glanced over to a silk vest that was hanging upon the wall. It was paired with a white shirt-- no doubt another item of great quality-- and was hanging to face the wolf. It was not emblazoned by a cerulean 'S' like most members clothes were. Something, Viktor mused, that probably signified its intention to be used in the public. Despite his initial childish behavior in regards to his orders, this set of clothing was presented to him as a gift. It was almost like it was intended to prove how important this lesson was. Slowly, Viktor turned his gaze back to the mirror and set his attention upon his reflection. Gingerly he ran the comb through his hair-- something, he noted, that had been growing considerably as of late-- then paused. In the reflection he could see a new tuft of hair growing at the base of his temples. Additionally, the bottom lobe of his ear had split into several locks of fine, spindly hair. Viktor blinked twice and leaned in to get a closer look.

He was changing yet again.

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Don't mind me. Just starting a bit of slow-grow for some...

Coalata Ears

(200 wyns)

3 Months Old

Viktor belongs to meeeeeee

MAX WYNS

Description

He was changing.

His legs were long, fingers dexterous, posture changed and his mindset grew. Viktor was now a fresh, new adult; the aches of his development were nearly over. While his coloration remained the same, the wolf had his suspicions that they would soon change. Within the family there were a multitude of adults that sported all sorts of pelts varying in both color, markings or both. Viktor often wondered how he would develop in the months to come. What would influence his transformation? Would living so closely to other multi-patterened gro cause him to develop a unique set of markings as well? What about his coloration overall? Would he remain the same warm grey that followed through his childhood or would he drastically change in hue, tint or shade? It was exciting, perhaps a little overwhelming, and a tad bit intimidating.

It seemed that his growth had not gone unnoticed as well. The family was keeping an eye on him which sparked their initial encouragement for Viktor to take magic classes. On top of that, it appeared that they had another lesson to teach as well. As a member of the Saynamo family, Viktor not only had to act the part but he also needed to look it as well. Proper grooming and frequent bathing-- something that Viktor was not accustomed to being a child of the streets-- was now a step in his life that was quickly being ingrained into his daily routine. At first he attempted to skirt by doing everything halfheartedly, but his lack-luster performance was quickly noticed and swiftly reprimanded. A member took it upon themselves to teach him the proper etiquette of bathing (including using that dastardly substance known as soap), brushing his hair, trimming and general consciousness of his outwardly appearance.

Viktor, as he was being taught this lesson on so-called "hygiene," was also being instructed on an art called Charisma. Charisma was a skill that all had access to, some were more gifted in than others, but most failed at mastering. It had the power that could greatly impact and influence others in varying degrees based upon ones whim. A gro that didn't care for their general appearance would be quickly discredited and written off as a fool (among other things) and chalked up as a unreliable source. In short, if he looked bad, the rest of the family did, too. Now, a gro that appeared well-kept, clean, and sharp was a different story. Charisma was directly influenced by the eloquence of ones words mixed by ones general appearance. One that recognized this power and utilized it promptly could produce results that could send tremors through even the fiercest of foes and melt the coldest of hearts. Charisma was often sought after within society, and those that possessed it could often provide favorable results. Simply put, if Viktor looked good, so did the family. It was a gift as much as it was a curse and in the right hands it could be used as a perfect weapon.

The concept of an intangible weapon was hard to wrap his mind around, but the lesson itself offered a lot for Viktor to think about. The fact that the member was so insistent on the importance of the matter was honestly enough to encourage the wolf to take it more seriously. As such, he proceeded to focus on adding this practice of "hygeine" to his schedule. Hopefully this would help him understand the concept of 'Charisma' further.

When the member left his room, Viktor picked up a fine tooth comb and turned to his mirror. He glanced over to a silk vest that was hanging upon the wall. It was paired with a white shirt-- no doubt another item of great quality-- and was hanging to face the wolf. It was not emblazoned by a cerulean 'S' like most members clothes were. Something, Viktor mused, that probably signified its intention to be used in the public. Despite his initial childish behavior in regards to his orders, this set of clothing was presented to him as a gift. It was almost like it was intended to prove how important this lesson was. Slowly, Viktor turned his gaze back to the mirror and set his attention upon his reflection. Gingerly he ran the comb through his hair-- something, he noted, that had been growing considerably as of late-- then paused. In the reflection he could see a new tuft of hair growing at the base of his temples. Additionally, the bottom lobe of his ear had split into several locks of fine, spindly hair. Viktor blinked twice and leaned in to get a closer look.

He was changing yet again.

-----------

Don't mind me. Just starting a bit of slow-grow for some...

Coalata Ears

(200 wyns)

3 Months Old

Viktor belongs to meeeeeee

MAX WYNS