Post by Markus on May 31, 2011 8:41:35 GMT -5
There was one thing that the Rat King liked a lot about Seattle, and that had to be the climate. The warm summer night was welcomed with all of the windows in his suite being held wide open, letting the air flow through freely. The beastly man enjoyed the air on his skin, but however nice it was, it never surpassed the touch of his subjects. That feeling was one that Markus would never stop wanting. Call him impatient, but this waiting was starting to gnaw at him.
Steam rolled from his open bathroom door, even after the King had shut off his shower. The heat of the water was hardly ever enough to surpass the strange high temperature his body kept. Slightly high for even his sort, but he chalked that up to his constantly suppressed power. With no one to boss around but the 'Naturals', there was no real reason to lash out with that immense pressure that seemed to build inside him with every passing day.
The Rat King's bare form exited through his own steam cloud, and he would make his way across the open formatted suite towards his bedroom without inhibition, but found himself stopping just inside the area. There, standing on the far side of the room from the doorway was himself. Markus tilted his head, and drunk his own nude figure in with his eyes, studying himself in the mirror. By human standards, he wasn't an ugly man. For his age, it was hard to beat his fitness, as finding more than a few ounces of stored fat would be a chore. He wasn't too scarred from his past, nor did he find himself covered in the tattoos that the age's youngsters seemed to paint themselves with. But past all of those things, Markus didn't find himself too impressed with the sight. Something was wrong, something was...missing.
It didn't take him long to figure out what it was. He let himself be guided to the answer by the simple pulsating under his skin. All at once he would push that power outward, and it washed over him like falling water. The action was almost effortless. Within a few seconds his body was washed clean of his imperfections, and Markus stared at a body he considered flawless. Skin was replaced but fur, and muscle duplicated itself. The thick cut rat stared in to his own eyes, crouched low with a palm flat on the ground. He'd right himself, slowly, and drink himself in fully. Bare sex organ and all, he agreed with his previous thought. Flawless.
The large bipedal rat made his way calmly over to the large wooden chair that sat facing out toward the city lights. After insuring his tail had been pushed through the back for his comfort, he'd settle in to take this all in as well. Somewhere out there were his subjects. And they would either come scurrying in, or he would just have to go out and make some more.
Steam rolled from his open bathroom door, even after the King had shut off his shower. The heat of the water was hardly ever enough to surpass the strange high temperature his body kept. Slightly high for even his sort, but he chalked that up to his constantly suppressed power. With no one to boss around but the 'Naturals', there was no real reason to lash out with that immense pressure that seemed to build inside him with every passing day.
The Rat King's bare form exited through his own steam cloud, and he would make his way across the open formatted suite towards his bedroom without inhibition, but found himself stopping just inside the area. There, standing on the far side of the room from the doorway was himself. Markus tilted his head, and drunk his own nude figure in with his eyes, studying himself in the mirror. By human standards, he wasn't an ugly man. For his age, it was hard to beat his fitness, as finding more than a few ounces of stored fat would be a chore. He wasn't too scarred from his past, nor did he find himself covered in the tattoos that the age's youngsters seemed to paint themselves with. But past all of those things, Markus didn't find himself too impressed with the sight. Something was wrong, something was...missing.
It didn't take him long to figure out what it was. He let himself be guided to the answer by the simple pulsating under his skin. All at once he would push that power outward, and it washed over him like falling water. The action was almost effortless. Within a few seconds his body was washed clean of his imperfections, and Markus stared at a body he considered flawless. Skin was replaced but fur, and muscle duplicated itself. The thick cut rat stared in to his own eyes, crouched low with a palm flat on the ground. He'd right himself, slowly, and drink himself in fully. Bare sex organ and all, he agreed with his previous thought. Flawless.
The large bipedal rat made his way calmly over to the large wooden chair that sat facing out toward the city lights. After insuring his tail had been pushed through the back for his comfort, he'd settle in to take this all in as well. Somewhere out there were his subjects. And they would either come scurrying in, or he would just have to go out and make some more.
