Thalassa
They created the monster
It was apparent that Maea didn't take kindly to her reassurance. Thal sighed, watching as she chose to rip the blade from her hand, dodging the next dagger in a way that told the Captain there was no heart in the fight. She seemed more pained than appropriate, and it made Thal question whether there would ever be a time that she could embrace her magic, especially as Maea transformed into her gore crow, choosing not to continue with her Bloodbane magic. It frustrated her. The Ancient had said she wouldn't run, and yet here she was, running from her own powers.
Well, two could play at the shifting game.
Covering her face with her hands, Thal morphed into her draconic lyvern form, skin becoming thick and scaled, wings emerging from her back, thick claws forming on her hands. When she felt her body settle, she roared loudly, frightening some of the people lingering at the edge of the pier. Then she leapt into the air, snapping her powerful jaw at Maea in warning.
Well, two could play at the shifting game.
Covering her face with her hands, Thal morphed into her draconic lyvern form, skin becoming thick and scaled, wings emerging from her back, thick claws forming on her hands. When she felt her body settle, she roared loudly, frightening some of the people lingering at the edge of the pier. Then she leapt into the air, snapping her powerful jaw at Maea in warning.
and then asked why I bite.
