12-30-2025, 01:07 PM
FREJYA
At the mention of her scales, the small mare gave a slight frown. She loved her dragon, preferred her dragon, but it unnerved her that she had lost some control over it. Out of practice, lazy. She knew it was her fault.
"Nice horns." She replied a bit flatly with a little tilt to her head as she examined the black spires. She also found it interesting that they were the same colors in different fonts. Frejya did not know where her color came from. The majority of her family was some shade of green, but she had a golden shimmer. She was also the only one in her family (that she knew of) with a dragon. She'd always had a feeling that it somehow came from her mother.
She wonders if he is also carrying a dragon, or maybe one of his parents did and he just got some of their attributes. Horns, shimmering golden spots, shadowy flair - it all seemed familiar to her. There were also aspects of him that didn't seem dragon-y and were quite different from things she had seen before.
An exasperated sigh slipped from her as the stranger asked if her scales only grew in one spot. Frejya turned slightly to stare the stubborn patch down, slight annoyance to her tone as she muttered "No, they don't." She looked back to Tersias and with an inhale her eyes shifted to gold reptilian, the scales grew along her body, and horns sprouted from her head, golden black spikes replacing the silvery mane. She stopped there, though. The desire to fully shift and return to solitude as a dragon was so strong, Frejya had to hold it back, caging the rest of it somewhere inside.
Something about the night and this stranger made her feel like she should stay. Curiosity?
"It just seems that there is a part of me would prefer to remain a dragon at all times." Her mouth slightly tipped up at one side, almost a smile, not quite a smirk. "I suppose I don't blame that part of me."
"Nice horns." She replied a bit flatly with a little tilt to her head as she examined the black spires. She also found it interesting that they were the same colors in different fonts. Frejya did not know where her color came from. The majority of her family was some shade of green, but she had a golden shimmer. She was also the only one in her family (that she knew of) with a dragon. She'd always had a feeling that it somehow came from her mother.
She wonders if he is also carrying a dragon, or maybe one of his parents did and he just got some of their attributes. Horns, shimmering golden spots, shadowy flair - it all seemed familiar to her. There were also aspects of him that didn't seem dragon-y and were quite different from things she had seen before.
An exasperated sigh slipped from her as the stranger asked if her scales only grew in one spot. Frejya turned slightly to stare the stubborn patch down, slight annoyance to her tone as she muttered "No, they don't." She looked back to Tersias and with an inhale her eyes shifted to gold reptilian, the scales grew along her body, and horns sprouted from her head, golden black spikes replacing the silvery mane. She stopped there, though. The desire to fully shift and return to solitude as a dragon was so strong, Frejya had to hold it back, caging the rest of it somewhere inside.
Something about the night and this stranger made her feel like she should stay. Curiosity?
"It just seems that there is a part of me would prefer to remain a dragon at all times." Her mouth slightly tipped up at one side, almost a smile, not quite a smirk. "I suppose I don't blame that part of me."
if i lead us all to ruin, we will burn in hell together
@Tersias