[He scoffs at the comment on needing to carry him, allowing Ryan to gather what's needed so they can head out. After all, he can't have his hands full when they're out the door. The streets are clear, and Oren takes the time to transform.
Some have no issue with this part, but to Oren, it's still not completely painless. The way he hunches over and shifts brings to mind the ways his bones would crack and mend with Enkythos. The act is nothing near as beautiful as the others in Ryslig he's seen change. The way his skin stretches is slow, cracking, and it takes a few moments for the form to be completed properly. Once his legs are all properly in place, he trots a few steps forward to get used to the sensation.
There's no commentary to Ryan on this. There's only a short nod in the direction Mattias had headed and a determined start forward.
The journey is long and aggravating for Oren, who's all too tempted to snap at Ryan at every chance he gets. Miraculously, he remains composed for the most part, only offering a few tense passive aggressive comments or glances as they move along. He refuses to stop, no matter what rest is needed, trotting forward with his little legs until finally, he can spot something in the distance.
It's too far to make out the detail, but he can recognize the blended colors of Mattias' form and his large wings. He's beneath a tree of some sort.]
There. [Oren speaks, his steps slowing only slightly to allow Ryan to pass. If Ryan doesn't catch the hint, Oren nudges him in the backside with his antlers.] Go to him in a hurry! I'm... not certain if my presence should be known yet.
But I'll follow. Hurry, then, he must be freezing!
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Date: 2016-02-25 10:02 pm (UTC)[He scoffs at the comment on needing to carry him, allowing Ryan to gather what's needed so they can head out. After all, he can't have his hands full when they're out the door. The streets are clear, and Oren takes the time to transform.
Some have no issue with this part, but to Oren, it's still not completely painless. The way he hunches over and shifts brings to mind the ways his bones would crack and mend with Enkythos. The act is nothing near as beautiful as the others in Ryslig he's seen change. The way his skin stretches is slow, cracking, and it takes a few moments for the form to be completed properly. Once his legs are all properly in place, he trots a few steps forward to get used to the sensation.
There's no commentary to Ryan on this. There's only a short nod in the direction Mattias had headed and a determined start forward.
The journey is long and aggravating for Oren, who's all too tempted to snap at Ryan at every chance he gets. Miraculously, he remains composed for the most part, only offering a few tense passive aggressive comments or glances as they move along. He refuses to stop, no matter what rest is needed, trotting forward with his little legs until finally, he can spot something in the distance.
It's too far to make out the detail, but he can recognize the blended colors of Mattias' form and his large wings. He's beneath a tree of some sort.]
There. [Oren speaks, his steps slowing only slightly to allow Ryan to pass. If Ryan doesn't catch the hint, Oren nudges him in the backside with his antlers.] Go to him in a hurry! I'm... not certain if my presence should be known yet.
But I'll follow. Hurry, then, he must be freezing!