At 14 minutes, this rock classic by Lynyrd Skynyrd gave adequate time for Ptricia to make good on her promise to be right over.<br/><br/>The window, which had already had a moment of glory as the frame for a certain naked girl, got a second shot at the unusual, as a sphinx landed outside, a gyno-shinx to be precise, which meant her head and chest were those of a human female. Of course, since she was about the size of a shetland pony, the human parts were about half again nomal scale.<br/><br/>The body they were mated to was not the 'normal' lion body, but the more streamlined, solid spotted form of a cheetah, right down to the black ringed tail, though once again it was larger than any cheetah had any right to be. The eagle wings were to spec, with tawny leading edges and lighter pinions, but even along the leading edge you had soft spots of darker feathering. They'd been stretched to their utmost extent as she'd glided down but now they folded neatly back aganst her flanks.<br/><br/>Of course, unlike the previous female, she wore at least something besides pink hair and a smile. Her torso and the tops of her forelegs were covered by a suitably scaled Sabbaton t-shirt, the Primo Victoria album cover to be precise. Twin cut outs at the back provided free movement for her wing roots. A metal stud ear-ring with a crimson gem shone on one ear lobe, and she wore gold torcs around her front ankles. On her back was a backpack that looked more like a saddle pack, and the shape of a bass drum was clearly visible under the casing.<br/><br/>The girl's hair matched the dark spotted tawny colour of her wing edges, and was a bushy mop that appeared as if it had last seen a comb when the pyramids were getting planning permission. Not dirty, but un-styled. Likewise her good looking, but not pretty face was devoid of make-up, though you wouldn't have thought it at first glance. Her skin was a bronze colour, her eyes were green, and twin black 'teardrop' markings slashed down from her forehead to hug both sides of her nose.<br/><br/>An outside observer would have seen her pad up to the door, sit down on her haunches and gently shrug off the back pack. Then she blurred and shrunk, becoming a regular human form. Her skin was still the bronze of an expensive tan, and her face still had it's teardrops, but otherwise she wouldn't have gotten a second look from most people.<br/><br/>The t-shirt had shrunk with her, though it still had the wing cut-outs, and so had the torcs which clung tightly to surprisingly slim wrists. The wing cut-outs and the way her chest moved more or less precluded a bra underneath. However, a set of black denims had appeared on her legs, and boots had formed on her feet. The denims had white heiroglyphs embroidered into them, and if the observer had been a jobbing Egyptologist he would have found out they read, 'Ptricia's Jeans of Shapeshifting Modesty - No free show for you, pervert!'<br/><br/>She adjusted the torcs that were now on her wrists, ran a hand through her hair, and knocked at the door.<br/><br/>OOC: Yes, she's now a cheetah based sphinx. Because I wanted to have fun with the template, that's why. Besides with the teardrop markings, she already has the face of a glam rock star. Why should lions get all the fun, anyway?