After a while, the beast within the cage stirred. She began to rise slightly, the dimly-lit image of a woman from the stomach up. Her torso was covered by a burlap shirt. Her head was a tangled mass of light blonde curls, which hasn't been combed or managed in years. There was much dirt there, too. She hasn't been bathed recently, as there's dirt on her skin, too. The color that could be seen in between patches of dirt was as pale and softly pinked like the sky when the sun rises at dawn. Then the heavier half of her body began to quake, as hard black hooves attempted to gain ground. Slowly she rose, the full image of a centaur apparent. Her shoulders slumped, her face couldn't be seen for her hair, and her four equine legs shook beneath her near-emaciated body. Slivers of muscle rippled her hide, a fading testament of what she once was. She kneeled by the food, and lapped it up with her tongue. The strange gruel stuck to her hair, but she got that out too. Once finished, she let the tray clatter to the ground intending to walk away. Beneath the veil of hair, there seemed to be a glimmer, and suddenly her back right hoof stomped downwards, giving the plate a nice, satisfying crunch and it bent in around the shape of her hoof. She made a sound, low and faint, like a neighing growl. She walked the very few steps it took to reach the corner of her cage and let her body slump down into it, again curling into the small ball that disguised her true form. If someone walking by saw her, they couldn't be very sure what she was or what she really looked like, much less that there was someone in there. And for that, you'd have to really be paying attention.
((Sorry all I have is Chira here, and she's a slave. But maybe if you want they could try speaking to each other. She doesn't speak much English though.))




