ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕏𝕪𝕣𝕒’𝕏𝕖𝕟

// Yes but no.

Due to being an alien shapeshifter, this is the form Xyra’Xen chooses. Her race is so long-lived that it takes thousands of years for them to visibly age in their true forms.

// They're called gloves, Xyra. How do you not know what they're called when YOU wear them too??

"I the like your the black thingies you wear on your the arms and the hands."

"You the know... I come from up the there... a long the way the away..." Xyra’Xen told Artoria as she drank the ice cold coke. Yes, legally, Xyra’Xen could drink alcohol, but it didn't agree with her digestive system. "Have the You ever been into the space?"

"I am the nothing if not the observant." She tilted her head, with a light reptilian trilling. "And you would the be?"

"Again, Weiss, I am Xanix. I will be the okay. My kind digest all sorts of the material that others can not." Suddenly, a Beowulf growls at the pair, but before Weiss could do a thing, Xyra’Xen grabs the Grimm and eats the beast whole, unhinging her jaw like a snake.

"You are the planning the something! I know that the look."

"But to the me, this the dust is of the newness! I am often doing the tasting of the newness. It could advance my the Xanix biology..."

"But I can do the so much good on the Earth. I can eat the pollutants in the atmosphere..." She looked around. "But the here on the Remnant. I cannot eat the pollutant or the nuclear material, I cannot find the any... but I have yet to try the eating of the dust. The not the dead human skin dust."

said the no to ingesting of the volcanic Ash or the uranium or drinking the oil. He did the telling of the me that the oil is the precious to the humankind. That the nuclear metals is not of the ingesting yet he seemed to the forget that I am Xanix. We can the eat the things humans cannot."

"But the professor has been the great human of the father to the me! He taught the me how to the speak the Human! And about the Earth... and how to eat the pizza... and the music! Oh the joyous music! The baby the shark song that goes doo doo doo... its such the happy song, yes? Even though he the》

"Even the so! Your the father and my the mother are the horrible ones. Alas... Xanix are not the needed of the fathers. We are the born from the Empress. Mono-gendered. We the are like the insects. The only the father I had was the scientist who the found me. Professor Gerald Stingray."

"My the Mother had the me put into the deep sleep and shuttled the very far the away because I did the not agree with the her on the conquering the and the enslaving the other races.... so we the both are of the having the rotting parents."

Despite all this, her eyes remained, blue irises, with pink-hued reptile slit pupils.

"Look at this the form - my the true form." Even her voice had deepened somewhat, reverberating like something mechanical. "You the say I am not of the monster. Yet this is the monstrous form. A the Xanix form."

looked like an equal balance of technological armour and organic scales. Throughout her flesh, light could be seen down veins, like neon lighting, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Finally, spikes protruded down her back, from her skull down her spine and ending towards the tip of her tail.》

as growing in height and mass, the ground cracked under her now huge clawed feet, her arms and legs thickened as her hands became dexterous claws.

Her face lengthend, her brows thickened, and her hair disappeared, as her entire body became reptilian-like, covered in chitinous scaly panels that》

Last was her circlet, the final remnant of her royal title lifted from her brow with reverent care. Her fingers lingered there for a moment, as if saying farewell to a life that no longer belonged to her.

And then… the change began.

She grew, twisting, many feet taller, body lengthening as well》

Xyra’Xen shook her head before she reached for her outer garments. First, the flowing silks fell away like wilting petals. Then came the soft clinking of jewellery as she removed it piece by piece — the rings, the gleaming bangles, the chains that shimmered like starlight. 》

"No. You are the not a monster. That would be the me.... and the Xanix."

"I was a the one who was kicked out of the my race because I was the against what they were the doing. I crashed here on the Earth."

"A the lonely alien princess."

this noise continues on for several minutes.

"There we the go! Don't you feel the better the now?"

"Is the morning not the good for the you, Kara? You the look the down so I the sing the song of the happiness that my the people sing." Cue a loud, high pitch squeal followed by a low pitch rumble, all conflicting melodies, and consisting of alien words that sounded more like reptilian hissing, cue》

"Then I shall the do the same thing! I will look at the you as the a person too! It seems that is the what the you the want! I want to be the seen as the a person too! I am a the alien, a the refugee, a the guest on this the planet Earth."

Is walking around in her royal blue ball gown and matching heels.

"I am the perfect the balance between the technology and the biologically... at least that's the what my the human father said. I'm the neither the reptilian or the human." she leant forward and lowered her voice. "This the form, its not the form I was the born with. I chose to look the like this."

"I am the an exile. They shut the me into the stasis and shot the me into the deepest of the space.... there's the littlest you can the do.... but be my the friend."

"The white haired lady reminds the me of Master Sergeant Elizabeth Logan of the U.E.D.F... They are the similar in the appearance and posture and are also the very intimidating."

"They are the horrible. They devour worlds and the enslave the third of the population."