charlie
Charlie doesn’t so much take Kai's hand as pulse her fingers against his in a quick beat of approval before tugging him after her with happy, unhesitating momentum. Clothes are clearly not on her to-do list; instead, she flings the door open and lets two shimmering bands of fire coil around her like living sashes, their heat licking at the air and their glow making her skin gleam. It’s just enough to keep her more or less “presentable” by someone’s standards, not that Charlie has ever been one to care about such things.
"You’re going to love this," she promises over her shoulder, tail swaying with each confident step as she all but drags the dragoon down the hall. "Being a dragon is one of my favourite shifts." They pass the bar, and Charlie throws up a cheerful wave to someone who greets her with the kind of unbothered nod that says this isn’t even the most curious thing they’ve seen her do today. The fact she’s pulling a young man in tow and wreathed in flame barely earns a blink.
The doors to the House of Midnight swing wide, and she keeps him moving until they’re out beneath the night sky, far enough from the glow and noise that the air feels wide open. Her grin catches the moonlight as she darts! several paces ahead in a blink of movement. "When you want to come down," she calls, voice bright and carrying, "you have to shout ‘Dygra is the best!’"
And then she shifts. Adorable and warm in any skin, Charlie in her black dragon form is something else entirely. Scales ripple like polished obsidian, horns curling sharp and regal, and wings unfurl with a span that casts shadows over the ground. The firelight in her eyes is unmistakably hers, even wrapped in all that ancient, dangerous beauty.
"You’re going to love this," she promises over her shoulder, tail swaying with each confident step as she all but drags the dragoon down the hall. "Being a dragon is one of my favourite shifts." They pass the bar, and Charlie throws up a cheerful wave to someone who greets her with the kind of unbothered nod that says this isn’t even the most curious thing they’ve seen her do today. The fact she’s pulling a young man in tow and wreathed in flame barely earns a blink.
The doors to the House of Midnight swing wide, and she keeps him moving until they’re out beneath the night sky, far enough from the glow and noise that the air feels wide open. Her grin catches the moonlight as she darts! several paces ahead in a blink of movement. "When you want to come down," she calls, voice bright and carrying, "you have to shout ‘Dygra is the best!’"
And then she shifts. Adorable and warm in any skin, Charlie in her black dragon form is something else entirely. Scales ripple like polished obsidian, horns curling sharp and regal, and wings unfurl with a span that casts shadows over the ground. The firelight in her eyes is unmistakably hers, even wrapped in all that ancient, dangerous beauty.
so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
