Post by Pyran on Sept 24, 2008 0:58:32 GMT -5
Jet's ears perked a little when he saw her take on her battle form, but he didn't question it. He chuckled instead, those sky-blue eyes kind, as he'd wanted them to be and as they should be, and always should have been. "Getting a little demanding now, aren't we?" he asked, teasing her a little. But he obliged, closing his eyes and concentrating. This was a little harder... A lot harder. Actually, Jet had never tried to force his own will into how he wanted to look. Or he had, but it had limited results.
But the runes continued to move, to dance, to sparkle, and change. And then an Alpha's rune was on his forehead and runes of strength and discipline and determination and speed and fierceness were twining down his arms and a zig-zag lightning rune was on the left side of his face, crossing over his eye. His hair got a little wilder, but not much, and his flames brightened, tipped with white. Powerful flames. Flames of an Alpha. And then his muscles bulged, not frighteningly, but to the point where all one had to do was look and find themselves oggling at the strength that must be behind those arms, and behind those legs. He grew about three inches, even seemed to age a few years, so he appeared to be right next to Aura's own.
"Hmmm....more requests?" he offered her, anxious to please now. Anything. "The hair? The clothes? I can change the clothes too. I can even change my name..." Anything. It felt good to change, to be in new skin, like the rain washing away his old, ashamed self, and somehow maybe making him into something right.
But the runes continued to move, to dance, to sparkle, and change. And then an Alpha's rune was on his forehead and runes of strength and discipline and determination and speed and fierceness were twining down his arms and a zig-zag lightning rune was on the left side of his face, crossing over his eye. His hair got a little wilder, but not much, and his flames brightened, tipped with white. Powerful flames. Flames of an Alpha. And then his muscles bulged, not frighteningly, but to the point where all one had to do was look and find themselves oggling at the strength that must be behind those arms, and behind those legs. He grew about three inches, even seemed to age a few years, so he appeared to be right next to Aura's own.
"Hmmm....more requests?" he offered her, anxious to please now. Anything. "The hair? The clothes? I can change the clothes too. I can even change my name..." Anything. It felt good to change, to be in new skin, like the rain washing away his old, ashamed self, and somehow maybe making him into something right.