[OPEN] in dragontown

[demonass]

Who: Nero & Open!
When: November 30th, Full Moon
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: First full moon dragon transformation! FIERCE AND READY TO INCITE TERROR! Except...he's tiny.
Warnings: Potential for monster violence, mostly tiny angee



𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓⓿①: Filing A Complaint

[ He knew it was only a matter of time. Months--it had been months since he first arrived and during that time scales had slowly been making their way all across his body. Nails were sharpening, as were his teeth, and horns had started to grow out of his head. The noticeable bump of something on his back shoulders also begets the potentiality of fucking wings, which he isn't looking forward to.

All in all? It kinda sucks. Hardcore.

But he would take that all to this.

Each full moon had kicked started his next round of transformations. Since his magical marriage bond to Nico, the desire to go buck-wild and hunt shit down had ebbed, but even that couldn't stop the inevitable.

The evitable being fully covered in scales and much less human-shaped. Yes, Nero had finally been taken fully in by his budding draconic features and fully transformed into a fierce wyrm--

--...no more than a foot tall.

Which is why, instead of doing a reasonable thing and seeking out his few friends in this place, he heads straight to the Coven to air his grievances.

Unfortunately, he's still figuring out this whole flying thing. Which is why any unsuspecting person idly walking down the street may suddenly find a tiny dragon plummeting down onto them. A little help? ]

𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓⓿②: The Worse Dragon

[ The Coven is, unsurprisingly, a bust. But Nero has started to get a better hang of this whole flying thing so he plans to make use of it, at least to get him from point A to point B mostly undetected (or so he thinks). The thing about turning into a dragon and fucking off is that eventually your friends may find out, which is why he routes back to the Entertainment District...

...Specifically to an adult store with a rather unfortunate name.

Doubly unfortunate when the creature trying to figure out how to get inside without hands or thumbs is a dragon making things much worse. Nero does a decent impression of an angry bird as he continues to try and fly into the windows, either to break the glass or get someone's attention (take your best guess). He even goes so far as to try and sit on the handle and use his weight to turn it, only to slide off.

He hisses like a snake, then growls, tiny sparks shooting up towards the door knob.

How dare.

If you notice the dragon trying to get in, maybe you should let it? Or please don't step on him. ]

𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓⓿③: All this for a loaf of bread?

[ Being small and full of range is really very tiring. Also not really having the same levels of human intellect (when you are already prone to making very sudden and questionable decisions) leads to a series of unfortunate events throughout the night. Needless to say, it's been a Bad Time, so being cranky in addition to hungry isn't the best combination.

Hunting. He needs to hunt. That is an instinct he understands well and doesn't try to fight in the least. But rather than go out to the Wildes where he might find live prey worthy of his normal, people-sized form, Nero heads to the Harbor District in hopes to catch something pre-killed. Namely, fish. Fish that someone else has fished and he can appropriately mooch off of.

That does not go without saying that as he passes the taverns along the water front, he sees other opportunities...

Are those some supplies you just purchased nearby? Or maybe that's a nice warm dinner you're trying to walk off with? Please don't mind the dragon dive-bombing with a fierce squeak. ]



𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓⓿⓪: Wildcard

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[fuelingfire]

[Of all the things Lahabrea planned on dealing with today, being fallen on by a tiny dragon is absolutely not one of them.

There's plenty for Nero to grab onto as he falls, the Ascian's choice of clothing is still rather loose comfortable robes and hood, and the fabric is quite sturdy, plenty for tiny claws to snag on and drag his fall to a sudden stop. Only for Lahabrea to reach to pluck the small dragon right off himself if capable, scowling.

He doesn't yet know he's looking at a preview of his own future here.]

... Well. You seem to be having a worse day than I am.

[demonass]

[ Any attempts to stop the fall go about as well as expected, though he does try to snag hold of Lahabrea's robes with uncoordinated flexing of claws on his feet or the few on the apex of his wings. He does manage to get one tiny claw into the fabric, leaving him dangling awkwardly and uncomfortable. An attempt was, indeed, made.

When he's picked up, Nero screeches, trying to make it clear he does not appreciate the motion even if it's really not this man's fault that Nero came tumbling out of the sky on him in the first place.

A little huff of breath that let's out not smoke, but sparks of electricity indicate his agreement.

His day has been awful thank you. He wiggles, trying to be released even if Lahabrea did technically save him from hitting the cobblestone. ]

[fuelingfire]

Be cautious, I know not if injuries to such a small form will carry over.

[The warning is mostly because it might be VERY EASY to tangle a toe up in the cloth and wrench something fierce, or even break it, and that would be OBNOXIOUS upon returning to a larger shape.

Lahabrea has no issues with trying to set the little dragon down as quickly and carefully as possible, on a stack of boxes neatly labeled for delivery to the entertainment district. A little height is better than no height.

He doesn't generally bother with such considerations, but it's difficult for him to connect such an obviously nonhuman shape with anything mortal. Mortals earned his ire, the rest..]

I would.. ordinarily offer to find you some form of assistance but I don't speak squeak. You're going to be a tempting target, that small. You may wish to take a higher road than this to wherever you're trying to get. Rooftop to rooftop mayhap.

[demonass]

[ The--the guy has a point, as much as Nero doesn't like conceding anything in any form. Really doesn't like it, in fact. That does make him stop struggling at least a little, though he is considerably less grumpy once on the boxes.

Still grumpy but less.

He huffs, whether in indignation or appreciation, it's hard to tell.

He pulls his head back at the thought of being a "tempting target". Blue eyes turn up towards the sky like he is looking for the larger threat. He is a dragon. That's...that's terrifying, isn't it?

But the guy has a point. Maybe he should be gliding. Well, he will give it a try and starts flapping his wings to take off once again--

--only to awkwardly dive right into Lahabrea again. ]

[fuelingfire]

[Lahabrea can make guesses at how frustrating it has to be. Not only a strange shape, no thumbs and no real ability to communicate. Why did this place enjoy humiliating them so?

As it seems the small dragon is going to take his advice, the Ascian's content to leave it at that - right up until Nero blunders right back into him again. Once more, he immediately works on catching the poor man turned beast .. and set him back on the boxes.]

... If you'll take some further advice from a stranger.

[He's keeping his voice neutral. Very carefully so. Right now, Nero is small. But he's pretty certain dragons get MUCH bigger.]

I've been in some winged forms before. If this is a bit new to you, try keeping your wings still and gliding to the ground. Once you have that without falling, extend the distance a bit with some flapping. It won't be elegant.. and it indeed may look ridiculous, but rest assured you may simply devour anyone who laughs at you later.

[demonass]

[ That is the question of the year, isn't it? One of the main reasons Nero, despite the months he has spent here, has not yet signed on to what the Coven is sharing. He may just be eternally cranky about it on a matter of principle.

Nero doesn't enjoy looking like a fool, though. The angry huff and sparks that come out of his nostrils when he's set down again probably say as much without words.

But his head does cock to the side--he is listening. As resistant as Nero can be to advice, friendly or otherwise, he really isn't in much of a spot to turn it down. He looks from the man, to the ground, then back to the man, then huffs again--no sparks this time. Then, angling himself, he spreads his wings and hops off the edge. Instead of flapping, he keeps them still and he does manage to glide a few yards until he lands.

That? That is a SCREE! of victory. Not from the Great Serpent of Ronka. ]

[fuelingfire]

[Looking foolish can't be helped at under ten pounds and ungainly as a newborn foal. But at least for Nero's dignity, the masked man has yet to laugh at him. Or give a snort of amusement.

He might want to.

But he hasn't.

Instead, he watches Nero's efforts at gliding - far more successful than flying - and makes a small noise of approval. It might not actually take Nero that long to figure out the knack, if he can manage a glide without falling out of the sky on the first shot.

He still can't speak Scree, but satisfaction is one of those universal things.]

Well done. Soon you'll be terrorizing your foes from the air, or whatever it is dragons do. Would you like to practice further?

[It's not ... entirely public. Mostly public, but ducking down a side road would surely allow for more things to climb on and possibly test gliding from stack of Things to stack of Other Things.]

It may be a bit of a detour but out of public eye I can blind anyone who chooses to peek in on you and laugh.

[It's meant as a polite offer. It might not come off that way.]

[demonass]

[ "Whatever it is dragons do" is a good question. Truthfully, Nero has made it a point to try and do the exact opposite of what dragons may do as if that in and of itself would stay his transformation. It's readily apparent how well that's been working out for him.

At least his compunction is not enough to stop him from...what might actually be to his benefit. It's not like this guy actually knows who he is when he's not a foot high and covered in scales, right? So his reputation is totally safe.

So he gives a chirp of approval. He can stay his pride for a bit longer.

Nero starts to waddle forward but stops immediately at the mention of blinding someone, though, he pulls his head back and his pupils narrow. He snorts. Hopefully that is clear enough.

Nero may complain and try and act like it's someone else's problem, but he doesn't actually want anyone...y'now. Fucked over. ]

[fuelingfire]

No?

[Now he sounds a touch amused.]

No blindings, then.

[And Lahabrea was many things, but a liar isn't usually one of those. If blinding is off the table and something comes up, he'll find another way to amuse himself at the theoretical defense of Nero. Until then!

Until then he has other people's things to rearrange in the side alley, mostly by way of more convenient perches and kicking aside things that might cause injury if landed upon. Lahabrea really does have nothing else pressing to attend to, and he's certain once Nero has better control of his wings, SOMEONE was going to get an earful; the little creature had seemed quite upset after all.]

Ordinarily I would suggest trusting your instincts, but I've heard that occasionally goes quite badly, so mayhap sticking with reason and practice is better.

[for all that it's sound advice, as he stacks someone else's things in such a way that Nero can climb to the top, he sounds a touch uncertain. How ferality worked exactly was still a mystery.]

[demonass]

[ He isn't exactly used to people sticking up for him (other than his girlfriend), so...really, somewhere in the sentiment is appreciated in a backhanded way.

Maybe it is in thanks to the bond he has with his best friend that he has managed to retain most of his sensibilities (as much as one can call Nero sensible) in this new form, but in some ways it's a little cruel that he is so painfully aware of his inadequacies. Ah well...wouldn't be the first time.

He waddles on after the man and watches curiously as he stacks up some random objects found. Nero takes the hint and climbs up, using the claws on the apex of his wings and his feet to scale the pile with relative ease. That much, it seems, is something he has the hang of.

Once he is at the top, he spreads his wings out as wide as they can go--which is about two feet. Very impressive.

He lets out as powerful a roar as he can, which in turn shoots out several bolts of lighting into the general area.

Oh, oops. ]

[fuelingfire]

[Lightning has a way of going exactly where it pleases WHEN it pleases, and Lahabrea recoils as one of the skittering sparks of electricity reaches for all the bits of metal he happened to inevitably be wearing. It's probably to his benefit that Nero isn't significantly larger, else that might have been spectacularly unpleasant.

New note added; dragons aren't always fire breathers.

He shakes out his hands to try to get rid of the tingly stinging a bit, which does very little actually.]

If you didn't know before, I'd say that certainly qualifies you for NOT being fire-touched. Though on that note..

[The Ascian quite deliberately takes a minute to remove his metal-taloned gloves and then the overcoat that made his robes look properly like robes, leaving him still solidly in black, simply now in a high collared shirt and bland looking black pants. No more metal bits! These are carefully set aside. The mask remains, obscuring his face fairly well, but apparently he's blond.]

I admit, I didn't know that. All other dragons I've encountered have been of the fire sort. You might be rather unique!