siren's whispering songs .. new body + return

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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] takes place after his death within a few minutes - serval body sank to the bottom by the coral and his soul changed him into a new body. Golden tiger with dragon traits: mutated mane into a ponytail that glows in the dark, ears are scaled, spines that he can make stand up and lay down along his back, back legs and hips are scaled with two tails that are like his dragon body //

the scrape of claws upon shoal, coral and rock pressing against spine, skin aching against the pressure of water. Water seeping in through cracks, darkness swallowing vision, viscous liquids sliding down gullet to fill a stomach desperately trying to empty itself. Lungs burning with the desire to live, air screaming from throat and nose. Claws digging into sediment and living aquatic life, blood filling the water as struggles frothed the water, blood white as moonlight upon water. Sharks and other predators would be alerted to such a thing, the desperate sounds escaping the creature trapped beneath the reef as it wriggled to escape. Bursting forth as rock slid and loosened around form, water sliding through claws and webbed toes, finding traction for long reaching strides to surface. Water bursting over head, jaws spread to hurl out the water that had invaded into the airways so painfully. Paddling, senses screaming for the shore what felt leagues away, burning through muscles encouraged frantic movement.

Golden hued the fur darkened by water, heavier than stones sinking to the bottom. Paws lashing at the surface as he inhaled his first breaths of air in what felt like a painfully long time. Oh what the gods was going on!? He could remember falling into the water, but the brine sloshing in his gut felt smaller though his lungs burned like nothing else. Calming his racing heart as he paddled in place, the male forced energy through his limbs, dragging his body towards the shore, half-frantic with the memories of the cold embrace of the water breaking over his head.

Little did the former handicapped adult know, his body had changed, something he had yet to notice and understand. It was in some ways his soul screaming out that it wasnt ready yet, that there was still so much for him to do. For that very reason, he was alive, struggling and fighting as the sole survivor of his litter. His siblings were dead and gone, what did he have left to fight for? His mother was dead, his father had disappeared in their grief. He was alone again, what else was new? There were others here, those who had come to car about him - perhaps it was them that he lived on for. Maybe it was the folk he could begin to call his family that made him struggle to live.

So focused was he that he did not realize he had control over his hind legs, nor that he was bigger. It was too dark to see his paws flailing before him nor the webbing between his toes, though he could feel a new amount of power and strength in his bones and muscles. Cutting through the water like a sailor, he was clueless to those who may be nearby, his ears filled with water and humming through his body, seeking the shore so desperately. Panic had yet to set in, strong were his strokes and the pained breath in his lungs. Paws scraping through sand and sediment as he came to shore, panting and choking.

Crawling out, he felt the strangest thing- sand between his toes and caught between scales. Hacking up the water that he had swallowed, would he wheeze as his legs trembled, becoming aware of the fact that he was standing and that he could feel his back legs. Huffing quietly, he twisted his gaze down to his paws, seeing limbs he didn't recognize, much longer and the wrong color to belong to him. Brows furrowed, the male would cough and sneeze, shaking the water from his pelt as he felt a short gust of warm air. Twisting his paws to look them over, he cautiously pressed a paw to his shoulder, twisting to reveal the body he was within, seeing golden fur and bronze stripes, intermingled with scales claiming his back legs and splitting into two separate tails that resembled his former dragon body. Twisting his head out of curiosity, he would rumble softly, raising each paw to test his moto skills, the frantic strumming of his heart fading as he began to hear the voices around him, becoming aware of his surroundings. "What's happened to me?", he would finally break the silence, brows scrunched up. -

[W]isker