Stats

The RP has a total of 21 lines, 1154 words, and 6558 characters.
The average line consists of 54.95 words that themselves average 4.68 characters taking about 5 minutes, 0 seconds.
Artaling said a total of 10 lines, 571 words, and 3252 characters.
Artaling's average line consists of 57.1 words that themselves average 4.7 characters taking about 3 minutes, 29 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 11 lines, 583 words, and 3306 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 53.0 words that themselves average 4.67 characters taking about 6 minutes, 30 seconds.

09:08 Serilde looks at the strange changeling

09:09 Artaling looks back at Serilde and smiles her fanged smile

09:12 Serilde clenches her beak and gives her a skeptical look. She didn't trust bugs. She flares her wings out to look a little bigger.

09:03 < -> Arta is now known as Artaling

09:13 Artaling is not intimidated by Serilde's display, and slowly approaches, buzzing her wings in a soothing, placating manner.

09:17 Serilde gives a little growl as the changeling approaches her and brings a claw up defensively, baring it. "What do you want bug?" She asks in a guarded tone.

09:18 Artaling stops in her tracks, one hoof off the ground. She brings it down and stares up into the griffon's eyes. "I just wanted to make a new friend. And maybe snuggle. Those feathers look nice and soft and well cared for."

09:28 Serilde lets her flared wings relax down to the side as the creature hesitates, properly put in its place. "I'm not diner. I'd rather not give up me love and energy to a parasitic species such as yourself," she responds, distrustful of the changeling's intent

09:33 Artaling pouts. "H-hey! Jumping to conclusions, you are! I'll have you know we can be affectionate /without/ feeding. Feeding is an active rather than a passive action, and we can control it. If I promise to not feed, would you welcome me then?" She asks, looking up into Serilde's face with as adorable a look as she can muster in her natural form.

09:41 Serilde bites down with her tongue hanging out of her beak, pausing to consider the request. A changeling ally could prove useful in some of their missions. Being able to impersonate somepony would make getting in to places much easier. Finally she relaxes her guard and gives a terse nod. "Fine, if you promise not to feed...I guess I can allow it for a bit," she says, before looking. They were near the forest and there didnt seem to be anypony around.

09:47 Artaling hops up and down, squealing and buzzing her wings happily. "Thank you thank you thank you!" She moves forward and hugs Serilde, nuzzling her head into the formel's soft neckfeathers. "You can call me 'Arta', if you wish. That's the name of the pony form I use the most. Or you can call me by my changeling name, which is Zxx'chsta, which means 'Little Sapphire' in Equestrian."

09:55 Serilde bristles as she feels herself drawn into a hug against the hard shell of the changeling body and then awkwardly drapes a foreleg around the bug. "Well Zichsta," she says, butchering the pronunciation, but doing her best, " I suppose you can call me Serilde." She shifts uncomfortably, as she wasnt terribly used to hugs from other creatures, let alone changelings, finding herself too proud to need them.

09:58 Artaling , no stranger to affection (obviously), senses just how stiff and uncomfortable the griffon is in response to her hug, so she pulls away. "S-sorry...I'm just...very huggy...kinda comes with being a changeling and all..." She says softly, smiling up at her. "Serilde...that's a nice griffon name. Pretty and powerful at the same time. So what do you do for work? I, obviously, am a harvester, and I come and go from my hive as I please."

09:59 < Artaling> s/obviously/myself/

10:08 Serilde relaxes as little more in the changeling's presence as she pulls away and then shakes her body so the the feathers fall where they should once more. "Well Zichsta, I am a captain in a mercenary band. Usually its just guarding caravans from the harsh roads between towns, especially when the enchanted forests must be traversed, but occasionally there is more interesting work. I must say...except for after slaying them...I've never seen a changeling in thier real form..."

10:08 < Serilde> (I imagine she's very nonchalantly saying that)

10:12 Artaling listens, smiling and nodding, as Serilde describes her duty, thinking to herself that the griffon looked suitably tough to take on any challenge. But then she winces, hearing Serilde talk about slaying her own kind, and takes a nervous step back. "Oh...you...you've k-k-killed ch-changelings?" She says, the tension audible in her buzzy voice.

10:17 Serilde looks at Arta with a dull look and srhugs. "Well, yes, of course I have. Changelings and ponies dont really get along, and when I've been tasked with guarding ponies, and some changelings make a nuisance of themselves, I have to defend my charges. As a harvester you cant really tell me /you've/ never killed any pony. Where's the real Arta, the one you stole the form from? Though I suppose she might be hanging in a cacoon somewhere."

10:19 Artaling shakes her head vehemently. "N-no, you've got it all wrong! Arta is a pony of my own creation! S-sure, I've imitated other ponies before, but I /am/ Arta. I swear it! I've n-never killed a soul..." She says, whimpering and curling up on the ground in front of Serilde. "Not all changelings are b-bad..."

10:25 Serilde responds in a disinterested tone, "Good, bad, its all kind of grey anyways isn't it? you have to eat to survive, and unfortunately that means ponies. We kill to eat too, and at one point, on the menu was ponies, and while its not anymore, if we /had/ to eat ponies, well, the griffons wouldnt let themselves starve to desth, thats for sure. Though I though changelings could only imitate other poniers. I thaought invention was beyond you."

10:32 Artaling shakes her head yet again. "No, we can invent. A little change here, a little change there, putting different physical elements together. The easiest way to do so is to take a form we've seen and then alter it bit by bit. For example..." She stands up, and in a flash of green magic, becomes Serilde. "See, this is you," she says, and her voice sounds exactly like the formel's voice, right down to the minute details of inflection and modulation. "And then, I can make some tweaks..." The feathers shift in hue, the height and stature shrinks just a tad, the eyes change, the feathers on the headcrest spread upwards in a different pattern, and when she speaks again, the voice is unmistakably griffon, but not a duplicate of Serilde's any longer. "See what I mean?"

10:44 Serilde blinks and shivers as she looks at the near splitting image of her standing before her and grimaces. The only way to tell them apart was the difference in size between the griffon and the changeling. She watches with interest as Arta flashes in fire several times, each time tweaking a bit of her form until it came out to something near, but not quite, her. "Hmm, I suppose I do, thats not too bad. Though...I think you might still be mistaken for me in passing at the very least."

10:44 Serilde Serilde chuckles, and adds, "Well, other than the size."

10:48 Artaling flares out her griffon wings, and stands as tall as she can. "Hmm...might stand a few more revisions, then, I wouldn't want to get other griffons confusing us." She says, letting out an amused chirp. "But hey, seeing as I can pull of this badass body, would you like me to help you guard others?"