FIGHT OR FLIGHT // new body

[ARVID R.]

Well, well, well. It seemed that somebody else was showing off a brand new form, just as Byriath had shown off his – somewhat intimidating – war pig form. This time, however, the body was as a result of possession, rather than shape-shifting. Arvid wasn't able to tell the difference as he approached, however. The only possible hint he could've grabbed onto was the fact that Aphra's new dragon form didn't have the same strong scent of The Coalition on it. He wasn't really focused on the dragoness's smell, however. Instead, he was just staring up at her with a bit of wonder, his mind racing as he thought about how, well, everything about her worked. He had been aware that dragons existed ever since he had first been dropped off on the island, but he had only ever really seen them from afar before. And before even that? He had thought of them only as nonexistent mythical beasts. So, it was certainly a surprise to get to see one quite so up close and personal.

Speaking of personal – Arvid had evidently forgotten all about personal space due to the presence of a dragon. The dire wolf moved forward slowly, pressing his brighter paw against Aphra's scales as he spoke, "Huh. You almost actually look kind of impressive in this body." It was a backhanded "compliment," but it didn't have the usual humorous or cynical edge that the canine's comments possessed. He seemed too fascinated by the actual living, breathing dragon in front of him to be too focused on insults. When he finally did step back from Aphra's side, he questioned casually, "How far do you think you could fly in this body? I wonder if you could make it around the whole island..." How much energy did dragons have, anyways? It was a fascinating subject, but not exactly one he could study in depth – it wasn't as if Aphra would let him run tests on her.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass