rolling in the deep; any

[Wyrm]

:WYRM:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

If she had been timid; if she had been reserved, or disgusted, or even scared he would’ve understood. But she is none of these things. Instead, a change overcomes her and across her face, like a brilliant comet, shoots a look of pure elation. Wyrm finds, with a small start of surprise too, that her skin is bleeding color, draining the white and dying it a fresh, very familiar shade of green. His own mouth hardly twitches, only parts slowly to allow the words, “You’re a shifter?” to break the silence. So far he’s only seen her ability to paint, not to sculpt. “Epithet … what are the odds?”

If she was what she claimed to be, then she’d have no problem keeping up with him. Her boast, coy as it is, only draws a wickedly elusive smile across his lips and the phrase “What would you prefer?” tumbles haphazardly from her mouth. His wild eyes flash, thinning into slits before they dart to where her blue ones sit poised. A second ticks by. And then Wyrm shifts.

Before his upper and lower lids can meet the animal has changed, body flashing in a bright array of color before the skin molds into a blur of scale and underbelly. A ghastly yellow-orange snake flickers out to close the short space between them, larger than possibly natural and with mouth agape, fangs extended to strike. It was madness, to be so bold in the bright, open lands - and if she failed … the carnage would be red and terrible.

But Wyrm, as mad as he is, wants proof.

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ooc: Feel free to dodge/block/attack however you see fit! Thought it would be fun for them to play with their powers If you hate it, I'll change it <3