tonight make me untouchable, and i will charm i will slice i will dazzle i will outshine you all

[onblackwings]

Date & Time: open!!! any time over the past/next few weeks
Location: throughout Exsilium/the Outlands
Characters: Khisanth and YOU
Summary: would you like to run into a dragon. you are free to run into a dragon. or a mouse. or a cat. or a raven. or a lady. at any time within these scenarios, even! THERE ARE JUST SO MANY OPTIONS, all for the low low price of 19.99!!
Warnings: n/a

[ A ]

[ She spends enough time as a human on this island that Khisanth can't begrudge herself a little time to relax now and then. And relaxation, incidentally, tends to mean shifting to her true form for a few hours. Her true form, uncluttered by human insecurities and stresses; huge, powerful, deadly. Oh, it's nice. It allows her to clear her mind and calm her tensions, and in the first hour or so of her change, she's too thrilled by herself to bother with caution. Great black wings beat the air of the Outlands, rain pelts off of her shiny black scales, and her stomach rumbles as she climbs. She'll have to attend to that. ]

[ B ]

[ After she's had some time to clear her mind as a dragon, Khisanth allows herself a smaller form again. But not human, not yet. For all that humans have nimble fingers and a great many pleasurable activities, they're not quite as subtle as she'd like today. So after a dragon spirals down to the ground in the Outlands, another creature trots back in toward the city proper. She could be a sleek black cat, gone to slink through alleys, wind about unsuspecting legs, or follow interesting looking people home. Maybe it's a mouse, skittering and creeping through rubble and ruined sidewalks, listening carefully to the conversations it passes. It could be the raven, perched at the edge of a building that watches with brighter, sharper eyes than most birds. Better hope it's not the enormous grizzly bear, snuffing through the scrub at the outskirts of the populated city. ]

[ C ]

[ Finally, relaxed and calmed, Khisanth is ready to become Onyx again. Her shape doesn't feel so stifling anymore, after a few hours spent in her own glorious shape (and a few more as various creatures, of course). She's naked immediately after the change, unconcerned and hardly seeming to notice. But it doesn't take her long to find the relatively dry cove of a building's shell she'd stashed her clothing in. Shortly after she's dressed again, she's headed back into Exsilium itself, a bar on her mind. Humans are never so amusing as when they've been drinking, and she's in a good enough mood to humor anything. Alright, nearly anything. ]