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Post by Tyson Fielder on Oct 30, 2013 17:10:45 GMT -7
Tyson growled as he failed yet again at turning into a dragon. steam rose from his body as his temperature rises along with his anger. It was currently snowing in the forest . Tyson sighed and his heat died down. he has been freezing his butt off for hours trying to transform into a dragon. as far as Tyson knew he could transform into any animal. some are harder than others. so far the only thing Tyson could produce was a dragon tail and dark blue wings. Tyson was worried the cold would damage his wings if he stayed out here too long.
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Post by Azalea Eskala on Oct 30, 2013 17:14:44 GMT -7
Keen eyes locked on the dragon boy from atop a bare tree. Her sharp tail lashed ever so slightly and a cheeky grin spread across her pale face. "Having trouble?" She asked as she curled her tail around one of her hands, moving her other delicate hand to run its fingertips over the grooved horn. Damn, those horns were so sharp they could kill a man.
She shimmied down the tree and landed in front of him, tucking her wings neatly against her back. "What's going wrong this time?" |
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Post by Tyson Fielder on Oct 30, 2013 17:24:37 GMT -7
Tyson flicked his tail. this must be azalea the dragoness he heard about. the girl had horns that looked like they could impale someone and similar wings and tail. " oh you know the usual cant fully transform, maybe because its too cold out" Tyson replied.
["-_- muse fallout"]
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Post by Azalea Eskala on Oct 30, 2013 20:27:54 GMT -7
The dragoness chuckled silently, "No, no. Its not a matter of temperature, it's a matter of concentration. She said, pacing around him and flicking the tip of her tail in thought. "Maybe youre thinking too hard about trying so hard to do it?" She questioned, sitting down in the snow in front of him; sitting indian style.
"It's not hard, once it becomes a part of you. Just think of it as you, like you're not even switching your body around. Then, it becomes the other form of you." She explained further with a nod, deciding she would demonstrate, she snapped her fingers and quickly shifted into a grey and amethyst colored dragon. Staring down at him and blinking her vivid blue eyes. |
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Post by Tyson Fielder on Oct 31, 2013 17:24:02 GMT -7
Tyson's jaw dropped as he stared up at the dragoness." ooh my turn" he said flicking his tail in excitement. Tyson sat cross legged and focused. he closed his eyes and let out a breath of air. Be the dragon he thought. Tyson's breathing started to slow down. he could feel heat coming off of him steam rose, and suddenly he changed. Tyson in the blink of the eye transformed into a sapphire dragon. dragon Tyson flexed his claws and roared in triumph. spreading his wings. Tyson looked at azalea and puffed out blue flames from his nostrils " well that was awesome"
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Post by Azalea Eskala on Oct 31, 2013 18:27:51 GMT -7
A sharp reptilian grin spread across the dragonesses face as she nodded her dragons head. Feeling the triumph as well, even though she shifted all of the time. "What would you like to do first, dragon?" She asked, getting up from her sitting position and spreading her wings widely, allowing the membranes to stretch high and mighty above the snow tipped trees. The amethyst membranes running thin into a lavender tint as they hit the light, the veins showing boldly against the thin tissue. |
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Post by Tyson Fielder on Nov 3, 2013 8:52:41 GMT -7
Tyson grinned " flying of course" and with that said Tyson tensed and took off. pushing off the ground and down-stroking with his wings the blue dragon took to the air. Tyson has flown with wings before but never as a dragon so he let his instincts guide him. Tyson rose higher and higher until finally he stopped and hovered. from above he could see the school grounds he could even see students from above. turning must have made his eyesight better.
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Post by Azalea Eskala on Nov 3, 2013 10:45:00 GMT -7
Azalea took off as well, soaring high above the treetops into the clouds with him. The puffs of condensation masking both of them perfectly, even in their now giant forms. She glided carefully, each occassional flap of her wings only making her soar faster. "How about we make this interesting?" She asked him , a hint of challenge in her eye. "A race." |
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Post by Tyson Fielder on Nov 8, 2013 15:01:13 GMT -7
tyson shot azalea a toothy grin "your on". The noob dragon knew that azalea would probably win, but it couldn't hurt to try. plus it would be fun. " so where are whe taking this race to? " he asked.
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