[h1][color=orange][center]Scorpio McRae[/center][/color][/h1]

 “Little ol’ me?” Graham said with that ridiculous accent. “Why, they call me Graham. Graham Turner. I guess I’m a pet vet without the whole tools or surgery part. I touch sick or injured animals, then they ain’t sick no more.” Dropping the accent, “What about you? I mean, I got the name part. Can’t say I’ll ever meet another Scorpio. Err...a person named Scorpio. I’ll probably meet another Scorpio. Waaay too many people into that whole astrology/horoscope mumbo-jumbo. Annnnywaaay, what do you do?”

[color=orange]"I shift into poisonous animals."[/color] He said. [color=orange]"Watch."[/color] he closed his eyes and concentrated. His form blurred, shifted, and then he was a king cobra.

[color=orange]"Sssee? i can alsso sshift into this,"[/color] his form blurred once more, and his shape was that of a pale lion with black king cobra patterns in his fur. [color=orange]"I can't do a whole lot yet."[/color]