This nameless girl rises to his challenge without hesitation; she adorns that playful, mischievous smile and he is met with more than he had anticipated. Call it pride in the way he had assumed that his body could handle the weight of her memories (imagination?) as they turn in his mind, frantic and constant, without end. As parts of him had begun to trickle out into nothingness, slipping into the darkness that draws ever bolder with the setting of the bold-faced sun, the spasms begin to filter through him uncontrollably.
Flashes of her memories come to life on his skin - rippling and peeling, unearthly and terrible. Pieces of him become rock and crumble to the forest floor, cracking devastatingly before they fall. Parts of his galaxy-studded face shatter into the burning color of Taiga’s leaves, blowing forcefully by the parts of his mane that have become the mournful howl of Pangea’s cavernous winds. Even the pattern of a butterfly’s wing fissures onto his skin and just when it seems as though his body could take no more, the whirlwind comes to a stop.
Skandar’s skin begins to settle now that his mind could focus on one thing instead of multitudes.
He had thought himself without weakness, seeing that his ability granted him any shape he could lay his eyes on. However, as his violet and orange sides heave and his burning gaze finally locks to hers, he realizes that he may be more mortal than he had previously thought. He snorts sharply, his head lowered between his knees as he gruesomely stares up at her from beneath his indigo forelock, his skin still ripping and peeling as it tries to set itself right.
“My mistake,” he spits, still breathless, though now there is something more like admiration in the burning of his irises instead of the rage that had once been.
The possibilities - the ones that she had already been thinking of - now placate his mind delicately and beautifully. Skandar slowly raises his head, his beautiful skin now finally his again. Even she is out of breath in her attack on him, but she brandishes that never-ending smile that he finally allows to twitch one side of his lips into a smirk. “I’m much stronger when the memories are my own.” He mentions to her slyly, tilting his head thoughtfully.
“Where shall we go first?”
skandar
@[Aela]