Shade-skink

NOTE: This is a post created by Spooky of the Player's Corner with the help of Belnia.

If you do not clench the mark, it will change the description from a 'insert description here' mark, to something different. Like this.

He has a jagged bolt-shaped mark framed by a bubble of darkly swollen flesh on his arm

Third person view: Leland shows you a jagged bolt-shaped mark framed by a bubble of darkly swollen flesh. You see nothing unusual.

Once you clench it, it goes back to normal, like this: He has a jagged bolt-shaped mark on his arm

For the second time, if you do *not* clench the mark, it will turn from above, to this: He has a jagged bolt-shaped mark framed by a bubble of blood-blackened flesh on his arm.

You should get this message right when it happens: A hot, heady dizziness sways the area around you as blood rushes away from your head and towards your left arm. Sweat drips from your brow, the cadence of the falling droplets almost painfully loud to your heightened senses.

Third person view of the above action: Leland sways dizzily, his face blanching. The skin around his bolt-shaped mark bubbles from within, rising into more blood-black, upraised flesh.

gnarled Talon mark show: Each of the three knotted digits comprising the talon culminates in a cracked nail lit from within by flickering opalescent radiance. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to reveal puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

Jagged bolt shaped show: Indigo and crimson shades delineate the edges of the jagged lightning bolt, the heart of which rivals the darkness of a moonless night. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to reveal puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

vague lizard-shaped mark show: The sprawled silhouette of a shade-anole or some other small saurian stretches across the skin, splayed as if caught in mid-struggle. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to reveal puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

spider-shaped mark show: Set against a shifting web composed of chaotic strands, the tattoo showcases the silhouette of a fat-bodied indigo spider with limbs outstretched. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

Triplet-moon shaped mark: The trio of moons--sized, colored, and shaded to represent Liabo, Lornon, and Tilaok--peek out from behind a bank of roiling clouds that appear to billow independent of the skin beneath. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

seven-tined crown shaped mark: Spiral tines blossom from the face of the crown, which would be little more than a tinted silhouette were it not for the metallic sheen that lends its surfaces a faint gleam. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

winged lark-shaped mark show: Blossoms of bright rosy hue illuminate the tips of the bird's spread wings, leaving the bulk of its inky body in unmitigated shadow. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

thorny-vine shaped mark: Crimson-edged barbs mar the coiling surface of the tattooed vine. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

clenched-fist shaped mark: Spikes explode from the knuckles of the clenched stygian fist, their wicked points highlighted by an aurora of shadowy hues. The tattoo's edges blur in and out of existence, receding occasionally to show puffy, irritated flesh underneath.

You can also change the shape of the lizard/mark by PINCHing it, each has its seperate show:You pinch your bolt-shaped mark, but its substance wells up around your fingers. Instead of moving in unison with the solid flesh beneath, the outline of the tattoo shatters, sprouting inky tendrils of shadowstuff that twitch like spiders' legs before reforming into a vague lizard-shaped mark.

Third person view:Leland pinches his ophidian mark, but his fingers pass right through its wavering form! The mark's lines shatter into inky tendrils and reform into a different shape.

Rub: My view: You stroke your fist-shaped mark. It vibrates with a high-pitched keening sound, causing goosebumps to rise out of the surrounding skin.

Rub: Their View: Leland lovingly strokes his fist-shaped mark. The mark's blurry form shudders as it emits a high-pitched whine.

Tap: My view: You drum your fingers on your fist-shaped mark, soliciting a wave of darkly rainbowed colors from its surface.

Tap: Their view: Leland drums his fingers on his fist-shaped mark. Its dark surface roils with a succession of shadow-rainbows.

Clench: My view: Closing your eyes and concentrating, you flex your arm, forcing blood into the area immediately surrounding your fist-shaped mark. A sudden light-headedness skews your thoughts and bearings as the mark draws blood from your body. Note: This takes about 5 blood (HP) from you. It's only use is to use it when the mark begins shifting, this way it will drain blood and not take off your limbs.

Clench: Their view: Leland flexes his arm, his eyes narrowing. The fist-shaped mark on his arm darkens abruptly, its change in hue emphasized by the sudden pallor of the surrounding skin.

Poke: My view: Clenching your jaw, you raise two fingers overhead and jab them into the flesh sporting your fist-shaped mark. Something wet and vile squirms beneath your skin, sending tendrils of cold ricocheting through the surrounding nerves. Your fist-shaped mark gradually makes its way to your shoulder, explosions of glacial pain heralding its movements as it disappears behind the UNLEASHED-FURY SHAMWOW covering your shoulder.

Note: Poke simply moves the mark. However, if the mark is covering a body part (and you're wearing something over it), you cannot clench it. Which is bad. Simply remove and wear it again or remove the offending container to set it back.

Their view: Leland raises two fingers overhead. He jabs the digits into his fist-shaped mark and exhales sharply. The mark detaches itself from its current resting place on Leland's arm and begins an agonizing migration through his skin, disappearing behind the UNLEASHED-FURY SHAMWOW covering his shoulder.

Remove (My view): You focus your thoughts on your fist-shaped mark. Responding to your mental command, your mark glides along your skin like liquid ice, twitching toward the flesh of your hand. Your fist-shaped mark takes on the form of a shade-anole as it oozes into your free hand.

Removing it (Their view): Leland's brow tightens in concentration raising goosebumps on the way towards its owner's hand Leland's fist-shaped mark oozes into his free hand, taking on the form of a shade-anole

Wear (my view): You grip your umbral shade-anole carefully about its neck and hold the creature over your other arm. The shade-anole seems to sense what is about to happen, and it begins to twitch and quiver with terror. Its keening cries bite at your mind like daggers as you lower it into your skin. Instead of contacting your flesh like a solid being ought to, the shade-anole sublimates into a slick, chill mist that bites into your waiting flesh. You feel something shift beneath your skin and rub at it, swiftly warming the area. As you withdraw your hand, you note with satisfaction that the lizard has metamorphosed into a vague fist-shaped mark on your arm.

Wear (their view: And pinches his fingers around his shade-anole's neck and holds it over his other arm. The umbral shade-anole's claws score the air as its tiny form twitches and keens in frantic protest. Heedless, Leland lowers the creature onto his skin. The tail, claws, body, and head of the shadowy lizard sublimate into greasy black mist as they pass through the flesh until the entire creature is submerged. Leland rubs the resulting vague leaf-shaped mark tattooed onto his arm.

Note: It also has actions AND idle actions (passive) while holding it. These are them at I know of.

Lick (my view): Abruptly, you decide to lick your shade-anole. A taste of rot and charred oil washes across your tongue.

Their view: Leland raises his shade-anole to his lips and licks it! He appears queasy.

Tap (my view): You tap your umbral shade-anole on its tiny shoulder, soliciting a wave of pastel hues that echoes along the length of its body before fading into shadow. The creature's pale eyes narrow in what appears to be irritation.

Tap (theirs): Leland taps his umbral shade-anole on its shoulder. A wave of hues--pale scarlet, viridian, turquoise, cream, and gold--ripples across the creature's dark body, and its pale eyes narrow in clear irritation.

Rub: You caress the umbral shade-anole's spine, gently so as not to harm the fragile reptilian shape. A momentary burst of opalescence spreads along the creature's back in response to your touch before segueing into uniform darkness.

Leland gently strokes the back of his umbral shade-anole. The shadowy flesh along its spine is relieved by a momentary burst of quick-fading opalescence.

Turn: You flip the umbral shade-anole over on your palm. The little shadow creature struggles for a few moments like an overturned bug before its elongated limbs retract into its body and sprout anew from its underside. Rotating freely on the shade-anole's torso, its head and tail simply flip themselves over so the little beast is standing once again. It winks a pale eye at you.

Leland overturns his shade-skin on his palm. The creature's legs kick at the air for mere seconds before retracting into its body and sprouting from its underside. The head and tail follow suit, rotating freely so that the tiny shadow is again standing right-side-up.

Prod: The shade-anole digs its tiny talons into the skin of your finger as you attempt to prod it in the belly.

Leland pokes his umbral shade-anole. The creature claws futilely at his fingers in an evident effort to keep him from prodding it in the belly.

Pet: You gently probe the body of the umbral shade-anole. As your fingers press against its oily-slick skin, tiny aurorae ripple outward from the point of contact. They limn the nearby flesh in mother-of-pearl hues that are slow to fade.

Pet (their view): Leland probes the body of his umbral shade-anole with one finger, causing the flesh near the point of contact to fluoresce with a fragile rainbow of mother-of-pearl hues.

Kiss: Displaying far more impulse than sense, you raise your umbral shade-anole to your lips and plant a kiss on its tiny head. Carmine light blossoms in the core of the shade-anole as it keens its resistance.

Kiss (their view): The umbral shade-anole in Leland's hand flashes a livid shade of scarlet as he plants a kiss on its head. The creature voices its discontent a high-pitched keening sound.

Clench (only if it has attempted to move already, step 1 idle script in removing your limbs): Closing your eyes and concentrating, you flex your leg, forcing blood into the area immediately surrounding your leaf-shaped mark. A sudden light-headedness skews your thoughts and bearings as the mark draws blood from your body. The pain and swelling about your mark subsides.

Idle scripts (passive) that I know of when holding it: Your shade-skink curls up in your palm. The lizard keens a faint song to itself while examining one razor-sharp claw with squinted pale eyes. Once it has finished the inspection, it regains its feet.

Your shade-skink closes its pale eyes. Its head and tail retract into its body and, seconds later, they swell out of the dark bulk of its body, one in place of the other.

A series of tendrils bursts from the back of your umbral shade-skink before arcing back into its shadowed form.

With sudden fury, your mark breaks away from its current resting place and hurtles towards your right arm. Your pulse hastens. Lightheadedness threatens to consume your consciousness as blood races away from your other extremeties and pools around the ophidian mark.

Third person view: Leland's vine-shaped mark breaks away from its current resting place and hurtles towards his left arm, leaving a trail of bloodless flesh in its wake. The skin around the mark darkens and rises.

Action when it pops off your limbs: A sick, wet pop heralds the abrupt explosion of your right arm! Fiery daggers of pain bite into your nerves, dredging a hoarse scream from the depths of your throat. As the shrieking agony recedes, you regain a dreamy awareness that your ophidian mark is sliding into place about your thigh.

Third person view: Heralded by a succession of wet, bubbling sounds, Leland's arm explodes with a foul pop! He announces his agony with an earsplitting scream. The bolt-shaped mark slithers over the ruined flesh of Leland's left arm and slides to a new home, coiling into place about his neck.

Idle scripts (passive) that I know of when holding it: Your shade-skink curls up in your palm. The lizard keens a faint song to itself while examining one razor-sharp claw with squinted pale eyes. Once it has finished the inspection, it regains its feet.

Your shade-skink closes its pale eyes. Its head and tail retract into its body and, seconds later, they swell out of the dark bulk of its body, one in place of the other.

A series of tendrils bursts from the back of your umbral shade-skink before arcing back into its shadowed form.

With sudden fury, your mark breaks away from its current resting place and hurtles towards your right arm. Your pulse hastens. Lightheadedness threatens to consume your consciousness as blood races away from your other extremeties and pools around the ophidian mark.

Third person view: Leland's vine-shaped mark breaks away from its current resting place and hurtles towards his left arm, leaving a trail of bloodless flesh in its wake. The skin around the mark darkens and rises.

Action when it pops off your limbs: A sick, wet pop heralds the abrupt explosion of your right arm! Fiery daggers of pain bite into your nerves, dredging a hoarse scream from the depths of your throat. As the shrieking agony recedes, you regain a dreamy awareness that your ophidian mark is sliding into place about your thigh.

Third person view: Heralded by a succession of wet, bubbling sounds, Leland's arm explodes with a foul pop! He announces his agony with an earsplitting scream. The bolt-shaped mark slithers over the ruined flesh of Leland's left arm and slides to a new home, coiling into place about his neck.