[open] Not quite what you would call refined

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you He feels it stretch when he asks, can tell that it is something large. So he takes a step back after his caveat and feels the water close over more of his pale back. Her shape is the same as the birds, but the scale is far greater. At this size, he can see the wicked curve of her beak and the talons with which she grips the earth. Little things that he had missed in her display, but that he appreciates now in this monstrous bird. Gale recognizes an animal that hunts for its meals. “Very nice,” he tells her, and there is no fear in his voice, no sign that he is worried this monstrous creature might bend down and snap him up. She could, he thinks, and perhaps he should be more wary. But the Curse only smiles up at her, and silently imagines all the things that one might do with a Lightning Bird. Fire he has, and lightning now too. Perhaps he should find the other elements as well? He's heard Taiga has a plant mage, and surely one of the Ischians has mastered the water. He's gathered the entities already; surely a few more mages would not be so difficult.  “What is your name?” He finally asks. “I'm Gale.” @Popinjay

current appearance:glowing perlino nereid with lightning and iridescent navy blue scarring