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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 9, 2017 21:55:29 GMT
Shimmer's lips twisted slightly into a smirk as she watched him squirm. It was not unlike watching a feline escape a child's clutches. His vage answer was dissatisying, but she was in a better mood, having gotten most of what she wanted from him. And then his own question came, and she seemed to miss the dryness of his tone. "You're the first... It was luck, perhaps, that I found you as I did." Several more vines redraped into the trees and returned to green plant.
His question of her spell and its duration brought forth a bright laugh, incongruent with her dark appearance. It was followed by a mewl of pain from her ribs before she answered. "You may shift as you wish, great one. My spell only encouraged your own desire, and called your body back to your true form. As soon as you focus your will sufficiently, you can deny yourself the pleasure of your current form."
The trees continued to bend back into place, creaking and croaking with the movement as metal turned back to wood. It left just the metal vines around his head now as she continued to gesture. Her voice came quietly, like a child asking after something that confused them. "How do you stand trapping yourself into such fragility as a human form, when as a dragon you can do so much more? Why would you give that up?"
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Post by Ladon on Sept 10, 2017 1:10:24 GMT
His eyes narrowed at her words as she explained how the magic worked. Indeed, he much preferred his dragons form and now he was irritated with the fact. It had allowed him to transform in the first place. He was agitated that he had shown weakness due to his likening of his original form. He then focused on transforming into his human form, his desire much given along with the fact that she had moved away most of the plants and trees he was able to move around a bit more. Thinking of his human form eventually the dragon was able to shift back, shrinking in size almost the same height as the other, though now standing at a small distance for which he was a dragon. His feet nearly sunk into the mud below, though the man kept a stern eye at her, not in the least worried about modesty. Dragon forms were always bare, and now she had done this to him so it was inevitable. He continued to gaze at her with seriousness.
"It is because of that very thing," he said, eyes narrowing. His voice was much less deep than it was in dragon form. "Dragons were hunted to extinction. Now we have to live amongst you for that is our only choice," he hissed, voice seething with hatred in every word. "I would not give it up if I could. Even though we are powerful we are always outnumbered. There is always a much stronger force against us," his eyes narrowed further, piercing at her with his gaze. "That is why," he forewarned. Whatever her desire was, to be a dragon perhaps? Impossible but why to continue to be a dragon, even though they were powerful, was a naive thought. There was much more to them than beneath their tough exterior, and they perhaps suffered the most from the treaty. They were considered to all be nearly dead. Fortunately they weren't but just in hiding. Still, it hurt all the same. Ladon then walked closer.
"Now that I must leave, I will need clothing. Since you made me transform and ripped them all apart," he said, stopping close in front of her. If she lived here she must have some nearby. Either that or he could take her cloak. Anything that could conceal his body until he could go back and retrieve his uniform. He could make up some excuse fortunately, but all of this was beginning to make the situation more and more complicated. He just wanted to get back. |
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Post by shaecayrn on Sept 10, 2017 18:03:33 GMT
The last of her trap faded away into its normal state, returning to tree and vine even as he managed to transform back into a human. Fascination crossed her face as she watched the shift of magic and form from dragon down to human. Once he was fully human, her cheeks heated and her eyes turned away slightly, though luckily, her dark skin hid her blush. Thankfully, because it meant that she could regain her composure without too much trouble. Even though she had expected no clothing, thanks to having seen Obelisk change, it still set her back a bit.
She listened to his response. It made sense, and his hatred washed over her like a wave. It was nearly a palpable thing. And though his gaze peirced her, she brushed it away like a fly. There was no danger, so long as she succeeded in her experiments. And finally he stepped forward, demanding clothing, since she had ripped his apart by forcing him to change. And it was true. She had. But she could also rebuild them from what was left, because the cloth was scattered around the area. And to return him wearing anything but what he had been wearing would invite suspicion. Despite her own actions toward him, she wished him no actual harm.
One dark hand beckoned him closer. Disdain appeared in her eyes. "I have enough energy to repair your clothing. But in order to ensure it returns to how it was upon you before I will need to touch you. I'm sure you look forward to that as little as I do. But necessity often drives us to do things we dislike." Shaecayrn waited until he was within reach, her voice and her look brooking no argument, truly.
Once he moved towards her, she started chanting softly in another language, her voice singsong once again, and scraps of cloth whirled from where they had landed on the ground, weaving themselves back together even as they laid themselves against his skin. Her fingertips would only barely brush against his chest as the cloth discarded the dirt and mud and reformed in completeness onto him. His boots came last, leather repairing itself. Even as she did so, she drew extra power from another crystal in her pocket, veins fizzing with lightning again. She would have to maintain at least a balance so that he could not overcome her as a human as he might have been able to as a dragon.
As the last piece of leather mended into place, her chant ended, eyes scanning him over. "Sufficient? Or do you have need of something else?" One dark brow raised at him, her hand dropping back to rest underneath her cloak. Her voice was slightly sarcastic now. "Food? Tea? A weapon?" The mage reached up and tugged a small crystal bead out of her braids. "I assume you know your way out? Or would you like guidance?"
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Post by Ladon on Sept 11, 2017 19:19:10 GMT
He reluctantly agreed, silently walking toward her as she begun her chant, restoring his original clothes back to normal. This was much better, he figured. Though now he was beginning to become impressed with what feats this mage could accomplish. Not many had this diversity in their craft, although some did. Once it was done he looked back down at his clothing, to make sure that they were still not torn. Seeing that they weren't he again looked at her, unamused as she spoke. He then took a step away, though his eyes did not move from her. "No," he replied bluntly. "I know my way out." With that he then began to turn around, not thanking her or anything of the sort. After all, she had his blood, whatever she planned to do with it. Now that everything was back to what it was he thought he should get back to the clan. Continuing to walk with his back facing toward her, ever moving in the direction of the dark forest, shrouded in dark violet hues.
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