Starting with soul color, it says things about your personality as well as what you're good at. A person with a red soul may be quick to anger but they might also have a strong and indomitable will. The red could also indicate they excel at blood manipulation.
Whereas a person with a black soul may be secretive and untrusting of other's intentions, but they may also be really good at keeping others secrets and have a strong sense of loyalty. The black could also indicate they excel at stealth and shadow manipulation.
Now what does a white soul say about a person? One would initially assu purity and good intentions, but what if that soul has other features?
Particularly mine. At so point while I was practicing long distance blood manipulation, sothing changed. My soul sprouted color and features. Features that intrigued and concerned in equal asure.
My soul changed from a humanoid shape to sothing like a dog with no head. It was white aside from certain features. It had golden eyes all over its body and a golden mouth in the upper chest, just below where the neck should start.
It was a wide mouth with sharp gold teeth and a thick gold tongue. It looked hungry and I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I called my soul back into my body but that changed too.
It was like I was seeing double. I could see my physical body with my clothes, but layered over it or under it or on it, were the features of that soul beast I saw.
My body was white except for the eyes spread all over and the mouth in the center of my chest. What did this say about ? About my soul? One guess is that I was greedy and hungry for sothing, but what? Maybe money, since the eyes and mouth looked like they were made of solid gold.
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That's what the mouth implied, but what about the eyes? What did those imply? That I was observant? I could see 'golden' opportunities? Maybe. I was trying too hard to figure this out.
It was sothing that would co to in ti.
"Whoa!" Master Alfred Bader said. "And I'm not a person who says 'whoa' a lot. I've never seen a white soul before. And I definitely haven't seen one with features. And what unique features they are. Call your soul out of your body again."
"Ok," I said, even though I really didn't want to. I called my soul out again and it changed back into the beast form I had seen before. White furry body, golden eyes, golden mouth, and no head.
Bader knelt down next to it and started petting it. The eyes moved away from where ever he was petting, but not in an afraid way, more of a "please do that more" way. The tongue hung out of its mouth and the eyes gave a half closed pleased look.
"It's kind of cute, as long as you ignore the fact it doesn't have a head," he said. "Can you change its shape or is it stuck like that?"
"I think its stuck like that," I said. I concentrated on changing the soul's shape but nothing happened. "Nope. It won't change."
"Well one thing I can say is it will hit hard, or bite hard, I guess," he said. "The thing about souls that can't change shape is that they're more solid than the flexible ones that can. They can influence the world in a bigger way."
"How am I going to do long range blood manipulation now? It doesn't have hands," I said.
"With this thing, you won't have to. It can do long range damage for you. You tell it to bite soone, it'll bite soone. You tell it to ram soone, it'll ram them good," he said.
"Like it or not, you're stuck with the soul you have. I'd say you're lucky. The white color probably implies that you have aptitude for all vampire abilities, which we kind of already knew since you're an omni-vampire, but this just confirms it. If you want blood manipulation you're going to have to do it yourself, short range, but that should be enough."
"You're probably right. I should just be happy with what I got. It's certainly interesting at least," I said, petting the little monster of a soul I had. "You're just a mindless money monster, aren't you? Yes you are."
Ignore talking to the subconscious . It was less like talking to myself and more like talking to, well, my soul. The underneath . The root of my personality. The part that didn't think. The part that acted.
"Well that seems like a day doesn't it?" I said. "When I was at Ravenkin's I stayed in a guest bedroom. Can I do that here? Or do you want to go back to the dorms?"
Bader sighed. "You can stay here. But you better be ready to get up early. We have a long day ahead of us. Tomorrow we tackle the Night Spirit stage. It's not as bad as the Blood Moon Tribulation, but it can be pretty exhausting in its own right."
After he showed to my room, Bader walked down the hall into the master bedroom stretching his arms and yawning.
I snuggled into bed with my soul beast and I cuddled with it. It didn't want to go back inside my body. It liked being outside, free.
When I woke up in the morning, I went downstairs and went to make myself a cup of coffee, but there was no coffee pod machine. Instead Bader had the old fashioned pot of coffee kind of coffee machine.
He did however have blood flavored coffee. I decided to be bold and try the 'rich' flavor again. I was getting used to the 'thin' variety and I was looking for an upgrade.
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