Hold fast till the brink of daylight
"Easier to show you.” he said simply, a smile breaking his features. The shift came as naturally as breathing. Noah stepped back from the Mathair’s roots, giving the offerings their space before the change moved through him. It started in his chest, that familiar pull beneath his ribs, like the world briefly folding inward before reshaping itself. His frame lengthened, bones stretching and reforming with a smooth, practiced grace.
Where Noah had stood, a longma emerged from the rain. He was tall and powerful, body draped in pale scales that caught the dim grey light of the storm. A mane, wind-tossed and gold, ran along the length of his neck, the steady drizzle already beading on the strands. Tall horns curved back from his head, elegant and sharp. Noah lowered his head slightly, glacier eyes watching Melita for reaction. He wasn't sure she'd be as impressed with this one as the griffin. Where the griffin was a vessel of raw power and brutality, a master of the sky, this longma was regal and elegant, yet no less strong in own way.
Where Noah had stood, a longma emerged from the rain. He was tall and powerful, body draped in pale scales that caught the dim grey light of the storm. A mane, wind-tossed and gold, ran along the length of his neck, the steady drizzle already beading on the strands. Tall horns curved back from his head, elegant and sharp. Noah lowered his head slightly, glacier eyes watching Melita for reaction. He wasn't sure she'd be as impressed with this one as the griffin. Where the griffin was a vessel of raw power and brutality, a master of the sky, this longma was regal and elegant, yet no less strong in own way.
Where the shadow proves the sunshine
