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i must have done a dozen each - any - Chemdog - 05-29-2021 With his new magic he feels brand new. So far he is not that great, or smooth at it, the only things that come easy to him are shifting into a unicorn or pegasus – equid based bodies. He can manipulate some small things a piece at a time, scales, feathers, griffin beak, paws, claws, that sort of thing. He’s tried the foreboding bodies, dragons, were-tigers, - Fenrir! But none of them happen correctly. Either one- or two-pieces of the creature fruit or he’s a severely dwarfed version. It has no combative power yet. He’s confident that it will, like Gale’s, he grits his teeth; which he flashes, and they’re sharp. He’s grown himself some wings this morning, getting smoother and stronger at bringing them on. He can see himself getting comfortable with them. They’re deep onyx like his coat, bearing no white in a sea of shiny black feathers. His teal eyes twinkle against the sun as he soars though and open springtime sky. The world below is so green and glowing with flowery colors here and there. A patch of particularly bright cherry trees, pinks and magentas, buzzing with bees and butterflies. As gruff as Chem is, he loves flowers. A guilty pleasure, perhaps. One of many. He dives for the little group of vibrant little trees soaking in the mid-day sun. He lands inside, looking about, reaching out to smell the closest blooms as he folds his wings and they disappear in a puff of thick black smoke. Two large moths flutter out of his ribcage, translucent and glowing an odd pale blue as they fly up into the branches where Chem smells the flowers. He walks under the beautiful display, his little ghostly moths flitting this way and that as they follow him. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall open to any! RE: i must have done a dozen each - any - Lillia - 05-30-2021 . RE: i must have done a dozen each - any - Chemdog - 06-05-2021 Her voice melds so smoothly with the air it’s like a droplet falling into a still pond. Chem’s attention alerts right away, his moths poof away in a plume of curling black smoke. What a strange smoke-beast he’s become lately, eh? He smiles to himself, crooning at his own thoughts; such ego this one. “Well, hello.” he chuffs gently through big black nostrils, clearing them to he may take a bold inhale of her smell. So, small, he ponders, and it makes his smile deepen. Her halo, her pink points, her milky colors – the swan-wings tightly pressed to her sides. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime, a lot of variations of magical infection in a horse – but – an angel, he never has, and her tiny size, somehow, only adds to the wonderment. He lowers his head, like he might when he talks to a child. He doesn’t speak, but quirks his head to the side, a tinkling teal eye revealed to observe her, a smile pasted proudly on his onyx lips. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall @[Lillia] ♥ (sorry i took so long, i didn't see this until now) RE: i must have done a dozen each - any - Lillia - 06-05-2021 . |