Editing The Twins (section)

==Appearance & Abilities==
As is expected for a noble The twins appear as ivory-skinned beauties<ref name=9.4e1>I turned my head to look, and saw her looking down at me from her relatively towering height.  All ivory skin.  To call it ''pale'' would have been a misnomer.  She was statuesque,  - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/02/06 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.4]]</ref>, with straight blonde hair.<ref>The Baronets were identical in a way twins and even clones rarely were, each in old fashioned white gowns with fur collars, with pale, straight blond hair. - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/01/26 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 8.x]]</ref> A golden seam runs down their bodies where they split apart to release their younger sister.<ref name=9.4e2>like the weaving cut of a jigsaw puzzle or a snake entwining her body, I could see a thread of gold.  It moved as she did, more a liquid vein than something more serious, tracing a corkscrew path down each arm, around her back, down one shoulder, and reaching down to short-trimmed pubic hair, before breaking apart to spiral down each leg.<br><br>As she moved, the line, narrow as it was, broke in two.  The two halves of her body separated.  Her breast seemed to leap out and down, before wrenching itself to one side, the skull within stretched against skin as it pulled to one side, opening its jaw wide.  Half of a head of wet golden hair draped out and down to cover the nipple.<br><br>The front of the breast was the back of the creature’s head, and that breast, however soft it might have looked, was probably hard to the touch.  Weighing no more than eighty pounds, the creature pulled away from the Twin, leaving her incomplete, nearly half of her body carved away with her none the worse for wear.  Half of the flesh of her legs and feet, half of the flesh of her arms, and much of her chest cavity didn’t exist.  It had simply been a spot for this thing to nestle into, a fit with but one seam.- [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/02/06 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.4]]</ref> The younger twins are small, charcoal skinned, gargoyle-like, claws and eye sockets, with no speech and incongruous gold hair. <ref name=9.4e3>...the thing reached into the void at one side of her body, grabbing hold of her spine, and withdrew two spikes of metal that ran parallel to it.  Like the claws of a praying mantis, the spikes were pointed at one end, sharp-edged, and had knobs of bone at the fatter end.  The creature that had pulled away pressed the ends of its upper limbs into the knobs until something clicked in a very solid way.  Three fingers were now at the ‘elbow’ of a long limb, the spike extending the rest of the way.  It moved on all fours, spikes against the ground.  It was twisted, gnarled, hunched over at the shoulders, a skeletal gargoyle charcoal in color with strips of ivory flesh winding around it, giving it form and the ability to move, crowned by long golden hair that seemed out of place on the figure, draping one side of its face and running down its back.<br>[...]<br>The eyes, if there were any, were small and dark, in eye sockets filled with shadow.  No expressions beyond mouth opening and mouth closing, a unique language of gurgles and hisses.  Not social creatures.<br><br>They were killing machines.  Fast, strong, with explosive strength. - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/02/06 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.4]]</ref> They have explosive but short-lived strength, needing their elder sisters as a life support system. <ref name=9.4e4>The Duke was my barometer, the yardstick by which I measured and made guesses about the nobles’ behavior.  Holding the Richmond Twins against him as a comparison, something rang as ''off'' about their impatience, wanting to find the twins sooner than later.<br><br>Impatience suggested I was right.  That the younger twins couldn’t be out and about for too long before they needed sustenance, rest, and the security of nestling into their elder sisters.<br><br>There was a window of opportunity here.  Within a few minutes, maybe five, but no more than fifteen, the killing spree would end, and so would the elder twins’ patience.  But with the younger twins called back and put away to rest. - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/02/06 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.4]]</ref>
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