10-21-2019, 03:45 PM
He knows nothing of her or her past. That the body she's in now isn't the one she'd started with. All he knows is what he sees: a white mare with fire in her blood that will burn her alive if she let's it. It's a terrible way to go.
He wasn't sure at first if she would take up his challenge. It comes as a pleasant surprise when she follows through perfectly, scales melting away and sharp edged eyes replacing her doe-like ones. A satisfied grin stretches across his lips, exposing still sharp teeth to the air for anyone to see. "Well done, Casimira. Little things like that will build into greater mastery."
Her eyes focus on him, searching for something he couldn't guess at. The moment passed however, leaving him with his own taste of curiosity. Dragons existed across the land, but most of them knew each other before long. Has she heard of him? Of his family, certainly.
Castile was no meek lizard to sulk in the shadows, waiting for opportunity to land in his path. Not like his son. The ambition that flowed so swiftly in the blood of his kin struggled to emerge in the ice white offspring. But he was reminded that there were others in the world who may know his blood. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.
He considered her as she spoke again, knowing exactly what she meant. What they were was a danger to anyone who dared to be near them. And when the beast was not contained, it made life even riskier. Why else did he linger in the dark woods most days? Certainly not for the company. His head shook, a little morose. "Not ridiculous at all. But not practical either." He shrugged, tone matter of fact. "You can't just stop being what you are. And you shouldn't want to. You are stronger than just about any other horse you will ever meet. What you just did shows me that you're just as strong mentally as you have the potential to be physically. It seems like you're selling yourself as a three legged donkey when in reality you are so much more. You're a fuckin' dragoness."
He rose to his feet mid-speech, shaking fragments of grass from his side as his did. There was risk in every choice made, and he'd learned that early in life. Had scarred his own mother in a fit of anger when he'd been little more than a child, and burned and clawed any number of trees to the ground when his temper got the best of him in adulthood. It really came down to channeling the fire inside to places least likely to cause harm.
Now in his upright stance, Tana could look into the eyes of the snow white girl. He fixed her with his own mismatched gaze before striking at the core of her fear. "Shift. All the way." He challenged, in a voice barring any disagreement. A little taste of nerves might help things along.
"Do it, and feel what you're doing. We're the only ones here, and I'll shift after you. You'll not hurt me that way, and I can manage if you lose control." He had a feeling that his dragon would be larger than hers, easily able to regain control of the situation if things went badly. But he didn't think they would. Not with the ease she had shown in her smaller change earlier.
@[Casimira]
He wasn't sure at first if she would take up his challenge. It comes as a pleasant surprise when she follows through perfectly, scales melting away and sharp edged eyes replacing her doe-like ones. A satisfied grin stretches across his lips, exposing still sharp teeth to the air for anyone to see. "Well done, Casimira. Little things like that will build into greater mastery."
Her eyes focus on him, searching for something he couldn't guess at. The moment passed however, leaving him with his own taste of curiosity. Dragons existed across the land, but most of them knew each other before long. Has she heard of him? Of his family, certainly.
Castile was no meek lizard to sulk in the shadows, waiting for opportunity to land in his path. Not like his son. The ambition that flowed so swiftly in the blood of his kin struggled to emerge in the ice white offspring. But he was reminded that there were others in the world who may know his blood. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.
He considered her as she spoke again, knowing exactly what she meant. What they were was a danger to anyone who dared to be near them. And when the beast was not contained, it made life even riskier. Why else did he linger in the dark woods most days? Certainly not for the company. His head shook, a little morose. "Not ridiculous at all. But not practical either." He shrugged, tone matter of fact. "You can't just stop being what you are. And you shouldn't want to. You are stronger than just about any other horse you will ever meet. What you just did shows me that you're just as strong mentally as you have the potential to be physically. It seems like you're selling yourself as a three legged donkey when in reality you are so much more. You're a fuckin' dragoness."
He rose to his feet mid-speech, shaking fragments of grass from his side as his did. There was risk in every choice made, and he'd learned that early in life. Had scarred his own mother in a fit of anger when he'd been little more than a child, and burned and clawed any number of trees to the ground when his temper got the best of him in adulthood. It really came down to channeling the fire inside to places least likely to cause harm.
Now in his upright stance, Tana could look into the eyes of the snow white girl. He fixed her with his own mismatched gaze before striking at the core of her fear. "Shift. All the way." He challenged, in a voice barring any disagreement. A little taste of nerves might help things along.
"Do it, and feel what you're doing. We're the only ones here, and I'll shift after you. You'll not hurt me that way, and I can manage if you lose control." He had a feeling that his dragon would be larger than hers, easily able to regain control of the situation if things went badly. But he didn't think they would. Not with the ease she had shown in her smaller change earlier.
@[Casimira]