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[OPEN] in dragontown
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
πΈππππππβΏβ : 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? ]
πΈππππππβΏβ‘: 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. ]
πΈππππππβΏβ’: 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. ]
πΈππππππβΏβͺ: Wildcard
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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
πΈππππππβΏβ : 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? ]
πΈππππππβΏβ‘: 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. ]
πΈππππππβΏβ’: 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. ]
πΈππππππβΏβͺ: Wildcard
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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!