God, his body was right again. Or mostly right, at least. There was still a hell of a lot missing in his head, and he couldn't play with fire, and there was still this confounding, infuriating pull that happened in his chest sometimes, but Pyre could shift again. And shift he did; the moment he was able, he shed the garishly painted canary-sunshine-dandelion yellow and white mare's shape he'd been stuck in since he came down from the Mountain. Instead? Male, definitely male. Something about being female made his skin crawl, set his teeth on edge, left him feeling...off. There was this lingering feeling of...of vulnerability, almost? that made no sense, but there it was.
So he was male.
And he'd missed his damn dragon wings, so drew a breath and stretched muscles that hadn't been there a moment before as his wings regrew, black over the bones that stretched to orange on the thinnest areas of the wing membranes, with darker streaks of veins and arteries running through. His body recolored itself to match, black with fiery orange in the ends of his mane and tail. His eyes stayed the same mismatched blue and gold, though, even if he would have liked them to take on a more coordinating color scheme. Dark red around the outer edge of the iris, bleeding into orange. That would have been acceptable.
Alas.
As soon as his body cooperated and bent to his will, Pyre could breathe again. He walked through the meadow with less of the weight of the world pressing down on his broad shoulders, but not everyone was so fortunate. In fact, the first person he came across was in far worse shape. That indefinable something pulled at his chest, leaving him restless to fix the stranger, to repair flesh damaged by age and more.
Pyre had become intimately familiar with the pain that could come from one's powers being stripped away and he recognized it in the other man. Pain, and anger as well. "You look about as shitty as I felt before today," he said, giving the black stallion a once-over. If there was anything he could have done to help, he might have offered. But since there was really nothing he could do for the other man, what was the point of offering? Instead he tilted his head and introduced himself. "I'm called Pyre." True enough, though who really knew what his name was, anyhow. Pyre would do well enough. It served its purpose, and left him feeling closer to the fire that was sill so out of reach.
"Got a name you're willing to divulge?"
So he was male.
And he'd missed his damn dragon wings, so drew a breath and stretched muscles that hadn't been there a moment before as his wings regrew, black over the bones that stretched to orange on the thinnest areas of the wing membranes, with darker streaks of veins and arteries running through. His body recolored itself to match, black with fiery orange in the ends of his mane and tail. His eyes stayed the same mismatched blue and gold, though, even if he would have liked them to take on a more coordinating color scheme. Dark red around the outer edge of the iris, bleeding into orange. That would have been acceptable.
Alas.
As soon as his body cooperated and bent to his will, Pyre could breathe again. He walked through the meadow with less of the weight of the world pressing down on his broad shoulders, but not everyone was so fortunate. In fact, the first person he came across was in far worse shape. That indefinable something pulled at his chest, leaving him restless to fix the stranger, to repair flesh damaged by age and more.
Pyre had become intimately familiar with the pain that could come from one's powers being stripped away and he recognized it in the other man. Pain, and anger as well. "You look about as shitty as I felt before today," he said, giving the black stallion a once-over. If there was anything he could have done to help, he might have offered. But since there was really nothing he could do for the other man, what was the point of offering? Instead he tilted his head and introduced himself. "I'm called Pyre." True enough, though who really knew what his name was, anyhow. Pyre would do well enough. It served its purpose, and left him feeling closer to the fire that was sill so out of reach.
"Got a name you're willing to divulge?"