Thalassa
They created the monster
Following the redhead onto the sandy beach, Thal rolled her shoulders in preparation for the coming activities. The sunlight was slowly dying in the sky, but all exhaustion had vanished from her body, leaving only adrenaline to course through her veins. At Melita's question, she considered her arsenal. Daggers were always a fun time and fire seemed to constantly burn beneath her skin, asking to be released, but she had a more interesting ability that she had yet to experiment with and it begged for attention.
Putting some distance between her and the demigod, Thal gave the woman a fanged grin before giving her answer in the form of a shift. Her skin hardened into dark blue-black scales that reflected the ocean's dusky sparkle. Her spine lengthened into spiked ridges and a long tail that supported massive muscles. Her fingers grew sharp daggers of their own that dug into the warm sand. Her shoulders expanded into wide membranous wings that flapped once to test their strength. Her lyvern form settled on the ground as her jaw snapped closed in a snarl, an invitation for Melita to do her worse.
Putting some distance between her and the demigod, Thal gave the woman a fanged grin before giving her answer in the form of a shift. Her skin hardened into dark blue-black scales that reflected the ocean's dusky sparkle. Her spine lengthened into spiked ridges and a long tail that supported massive muscles. Her fingers grew sharp daggers of their own that dug into the warm sand. Her shoulders expanded into wide membranous wings that flapped once to test their strength. Her lyvern form settled on the ground as her jaw snapped closed in a snarl, an invitation for Melita to do her worse.
and then asked why I bite.
