11-03-2018, 12:54 PM
Santana couldn't help the flicker of pride that filled his chest at his father's words. Despite his own misgivings, he was finding that he liked this serious stallion. Damn. As the conversation progressed he felt a mixture of despair and reassurance. If nothing else, he had to appreciate that Castile didn't seem keen on bullshitting him. He was treating the pale youth's concerns with grave understanding, and offering what answers he could.
He soon found himself relaxing a bit, letting some of the tension out of his muscles. A sarcastic snort escaped him at his father's suggestion to keep his emotions low. "Easier said than done, old man. But then I guess you'd know that." The pearly white curtain of his tail flicked absently, halting when Castile's next phrase registered. "When you... oh my gods, that is so wrong. I don't need to know the details of how I came to be." His ears tipped backwards in alarm, desperately hoping this was as close to that conversation as he ever got with his sire.
The foggy look that had come over the larger stallion faded into something sharper. Suddenly Tana was treated to flashback of his mother's scolding expression when he'd misremembered some fact she was trying to teach them. The sterness had returned to his features and the command fell from his mouth purposefully. A vaguely insolent expression crossed boy's face, at the same time registering that this persona of his father's was that of a general. This was a man who could command armies. A man who was used to getting his way.
The broad expanses of his wings flexed thoughtfully, but he knew that they were a bad candidate for the experiment Castile required. Those were draconic enough, but he'd been born with them. Feeling a little stupid, he shut his eyes, envisioning the possibilities. He'd never even seen a dragon... with a deep breath, his body made the decision for him. Tail flicked back and forth, steady as a pendulum. What was a dragon's tail like?
Heavy. Longer bones, thicker muscles. Maybe ridged or spined. Back and forth, back and forth. Between one breath and the next he felt the difference. The pain his jaw had felt at sprouting razored teeth was echoed in the bones of his tail. Stretching and popping into new dimensions. The skin grew almost unbearably itchy. For one beautiful moment, he was in control. His eyes snapped open, thrilled at the success he felt before seeing. Like a long, opal-scaled serpent, his tail rested on the ground behind him. The tightly coiled beast within scented opportunity.
It was like jagged claws tearing him apart from the inside. Every muscle and bone tightened violently, spasming almost past the point of bearing. The worm that had been lingering just below his consciousness had longed for such a chance, it did not hesitate when freedom was offered. The pain was gone as quickly as it had surged, leaving behind a very startled dragonling in its wake.
He was no bigger than usual, only longer and lower. The predatory instincts were much stronger in this form, making the young drake snap at the starkly marked equid before him absently. Something was weird with his vision. His tail swept the scrubby earth uncertainly. Every inch of him shone in the sunlight like he was a dragon sculpted of snow and ice. A baffled whine reverberated from his armored chest, matched by the look on his newly narrowed face. Now what? The words tried to form, but only a low snarl came out.
@[Castile] sorry it's so late, but seemed important to finish.
He soon found himself relaxing a bit, letting some of the tension out of his muscles. A sarcastic snort escaped him at his father's suggestion to keep his emotions low. "Easier said than done, old man. But then I guess you'd know that." The pearly white curtain of his tail flicked absently, halting when Castile's next phrase registered. "When you... oh my gods, that is so wrong. I don't need to know the details of how I came to be." His ears tipped backwards in alarm, desperately hoping this was as close to that conversation as he ever got with his sire.
The foggy look that had come over the larger stallion faded into something sharper. Suddenly Tana was treated to flashback of his mother's scolding expression when he'd misremembered some fact she was trying to teach them. The sterness had returned to his features and the command fell from his mouth purposefully. A vaguely insolent expression crossed boy's face, at the same time registering that this persona of his father's was that of a general. This was a man who could command armies. A man who was used to getting his way.
The broad expanses of his wings flexed thoughtfully, but he knew that they were a bad candidate for the experiment Castile required. Those were draconic enough, but he'd been born with them. Feeling a little stupid, he shut his eyes, envisioning the possibilities. He'd never even seen a dragon... with a deep breath, his body made the decision for him. Tail flicked back and forth, steady as a pendulum. What was a dragon's tail like?
Heavy. Longer bones, thicker muscles. Maybe ridged or spined. Back and forth, back and forth. Between one breath and the next he felt the difference. The pain his jaw had felt at sprouting razored teeth was echoed in the bones of his tail. Stretching and popping into new dimensions. The skin grew almost unbearably itchy. For one beautiful moment, he was in control. His eyes snapped open, thrilled at the success he felt before seeing. Like a long, opal-scaled serpent, his tail rested on the ground behind him. The tightly coiled beast within scented opportunity.
It was like jagged claws tearing him apart from the inside. Every muscle and bone tightened violently, spasming almost past the point of bearing. The worm that had been lingering just below his consciousness had longed for such a chance, it did not hesitate when freedom was offered. The pain was gone as quickly as it had surged, leaving behind a very startled dragonling in its wake.
He was no bigger than usual, only longer and lower. The predatory instincts were much stronger in this form, making the young drake snap at the starkly marked equid before him absently. Something was weird with his vision. His tail swept the scrubby earth uncertainly. Every inch of him shone in the sunlight like he was a dragon sculpted of snow and ice. A baffled whine reverberated from his armored chest, matched by the look on his newly narrowed face. Now what? The words tried to form, but only a low snarl came out.
@[Castile] sorry it's so late, but seemed important to finish.