Distant Magnets

Boron finally had a lavish new vessel.

As of a few seconds ago, he now inhabited the body of a Cavern with midnight-blue skin, four striking pairs of glowing, white eyes, a stack of three mouths, and six, hideous arms.

But his bellowing Amras quickly shattered this ugly appearance, and imposed one of Boron's liking. His skin turned white, rough and scaly. He shed four of his hideous, monstrous arms and retained two with human-like contours of muscle – firm and thick. He rid his torso of the bulbous potbelly his vessel had spotted, and replaced it with an attractive, fit one; there was no flab, only perfection.

His face was like carved marble. He spotted a stiff great beard, small dark eyes issuing streams of ominous power, and curled hair that looked as though it was hewn from stone. Boron looked a lot like his previous vessel after he had transformed, only, he was smaller.

He stood at fifteen meters tall, but his presence was no less striking.