"Hmm... Yuri?  An endearing little nickname, even if it's just one syllable off." Yuria responds after the kiss and your standing before you remove the robe from your body "Perhaps I can come up with one for you too..."<br/><br/>She watches closely as the scout's bare form is revealed unto her yet again, even as you bend over to remove the anklet.  As Mylanna changes, Yuria's body reacts by tensing noticeably, purely out of reflex, and she chuckles as she stands, just over two feet short of your head and looking up at you with a grin.<br/><br/>"Going to be a while before I get used to seeing you do that; I'm used to people trying to kill me just after that type of change." she explains, her chuckle ending amidst her words "You're quite tall... in your other form you look up at me, now I have to tilt my head up nearly straight to see you.  Guess I'll be starting low then."<br/><br/>With that, she bends down onto her knees again before you, resting upon her hands for a moment as she goes down to look at your feet.  Her hands move out though, feeling the claws upon each toe, and then the toes themselves, brushing through the surprisingly dry, and pleasantly lightly scented, tiger fur as her hands move up the leg.  She 'hmm's knowingly and in approval as she feels the tight, coiled muscle of the legs, the type capable of launching your full body headlong into an enemy and tearing him to shreds.  Moving up and feeling the muscles of the thigh, she turns you around slowly, and takes note of the tail sticking out of your spine now, feeling it's length and softness, and even loosing a chuckle as it wiggles in her grasp cutely.  Her hands then move to each of her hips, rubbing slightly, and then moving on on to the unbelievably firm rear cheeks of the tiger-furred body, loosing a short whistle at the firmness and strength in them before turning you around, her yes now locked onto the patch of rusty-colored fuzz just before her.<br/><br/>She looks at the sex of your form, studying the new treasure with but her eyes, though her fingers do run through the differently colored fur, and she looses an 'ooh' sound as she feels it.<br/><br/>"It's soft!  How cute!" she says, and a surprisingly girlish giggle escapes the elder woman's lips "Reminds me of a long-haired kittens fur...!"<br/><br/>Her observations continue upward, feeling the strength and toning of your sides, back, and stomach, before she asks you to get on your knees, your heads at about the same height as she does so, allowing her to study the rest of your form more easily.  She takes hold of one claw-laden hand, and pokes your claws out from their hiding spaces, poking one to test their strength and sharpness, before moving to feel up her entire arm, admiring the muscular form all the while, truly impressed by it all.  She even moves around to admire your back and neck, asking you to flex slightly so she can take note of<em>all</em>the muscles back there, and noting how your hair is still long and a tad damp, the same color as it normally is before the change.  Moving back around, she begins to prod at Mylanna's breasts, feeling the strong chest muscles behind them, and after that she places her hands under both breasts, lifting them up slightly and raising a brow.<br/><br/>"They're a bit bigger, heavier too." she notes aloud, bouncing them a bit in her hands "Just as firm though... maybe more so even!  So perky, and with such wonderful musculature they will never, ever sag!"<br/><br/>She moved on after that, moving to your ears, feeling how soft they were and seeing that they could move a bit if Mylanna tried hard enough.  She them runs both hands along her face, feeling the soft, long mane, her strong, deadly jaw, and running her fingers up the muzzle and tapping the wet, cold nose with a chuckle.  She then, rather forwardly, lifts up one of the jowls, running the other finger across the teeth before asking you to open them, testing their sharpness, and then lifting up the other side, doing the same, and then telling you that you may close them.  Afterwards, her hands move back to the main, and rub slightly at the sides of your face, gazing into your eyes.<br/><br/>Slowly, without another word, she leans in, her lips moving to press against the end of the muzzle as her hands remain where they are, the best kiss she could manage with Mylanna in this form, but that does not stop her from putting emotion and passion behind the kiss, which lasts for quite some time with soft, full lips against soft, scented fur.<br/><br/>When she breaks the kiss, her eyes gazing into your with a different sort of look, one of adoration, wonder, and flecks of lust her and there, she begins to speak, her face taking a more serious expression.<br/><br/>"You... are so very,<em>very</em>beautiful, in<em>both</em>if not<em>all</em>of your forms." she says, low and soft, but calm and measured likewise "You're such an interesting, lovely creature, and Sune must have bathed you in Evergold upon your birth, for I've ne'er seen such a beautiful, lovely creature in all my long life.  Perhaps, you are a gift from my Goddess, for our meeting was quite something I would expect of her, but no less, you are not the only one with an attraction to the other in this room..."<br/><br/>She sighs, long and hard after that, and looks you in the eyes again after, more restrained and demure, and far more serious, it seems.<br/><br/>"You have even shown me that which you have kept your darkest secret... it would only be fair, then, that I show you mine.  It... may influence whether or not you are still interested in me as you are." she says, moving to take one of the large, clawed hands in both her own "I've... had my secret, my deformity, since birth, much like you have.  I hide it from others, though Sune teaches us to embrace our bodies fully, and it's the reason I've had so few lovers; I've had to be careful with whom I've lain, lest they become bothered by it, or lest they tell others about it.  I... pray you will accept me after I show you my... secret."<br/><br/>With that, she guides the hand down her body, down below her waist, and to the front of her heavy skirt, turning the palm to face her, and pausing for but a moment, Yuria then moves the hand in to cup her groin area, and bites her lip as she does so.  What meets the were-tiger's hand is not what is to be expected of a woman; the space has more<em>space</em>to it, with a long, hard portion reaching up almost<em>through</em>the top of her skirt, and at the bottom are too large, spherical parts, connected by a soft sac.  It's recognizable, most definitely, and it's larger and thicker than most human or elven, or even half- or full-orcs', without being a monstrosity; 'twas large, but manageable without much difficulty.<br/><br/>Yuria's eyes are watching Mylanna's most intently, watching her expression as her member twitches slightly in the were-tigers palm.  Would she be okay with it?  Would she recoil in fear?  How would she react to it?