we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Humming a quiet agreement as she wipes her mouth, the Wraith nods. “Useful.” Where that’s for him in acknowledgement of his gifts during the past LongNight or his dog shift - who knows. It all fits. Jata takes the lead and she follows close behind to a suitable clearing, where she then moves across it to give both of them space to shift.
She’s shifted before, certainly, but it’s an alien skin, something that maybe inherently clashes with all her upgrades. Her neck elongates and she comes down to her hands and feet, spine expanding into a tail. Wings stretch out of her shoulder blades and claws and teeth appear - maybe the most natural feeling part of it all. The results is what we’ve all seen before - the black dragon, but this one seems to stretch and examine and peer about itself.
A flex of certain muscles sends her wings out wide, and there’s a sudden burst of surprise from her down the Attuned bond. Does she know how to handle this creature? No. Absolutely not. But Wessex is a fast learner and if she’s going to knock herself out tryin something new, she might as well do it now, like this.
She’s shifted before, certainly, but it’s an alien skin, something that maybe inherently clashes with all her upgrades. Her neck elongates and she comes down to her hands and feet, spine expanding into a tail. Wings stretch out of her shoulder blades and claws and teeth appear - maybe the most natural feeling part of it all. The results is what we’ve all seen before - the black dragon, but this one seems to stretch and examine and peer about itself.
A flex of certain muscles sends her wings out wide, and there’s a sudden burst of surprise from her down the Attuned bond. Does she know how to handle this creature? No. Absolutely not. But Wessex is a fast learner and if she’s going to knock herself out tryin something new, she might as well do it now, like this.
WESSEX
