You get that, a wave of pressure much like force wafts through the trees and billows around the area with the short eruption and completion of his form. It is so fast, and quick the way he bellows forth in his large shape barely able to fit within the confines of the space they are in.
The forest is angry, he is angry, and Mizuki is still so kind to think only of how to help him.
The most monstrous roar exits his mouth, the glowing colors of blue glow brightly within the insides of its maw. The sound of metal armor clattering against each other with each movement he makes, it is evident that his scales are hard like the armor he wore before. If you look hard enough too, you can be certain that it IS, the armor he wore before. Reshaped in the form of this Dragon before Mizuki.
Wings span outwards but cannot take flight, or hold even wind beneath them for they are squeezed tightly by the forest around them. He is bound to the ground and eager to move himself forward towards Mizuki, with means and manners to set his teeth to sink into their form. He heeded no mind to the tendrils that were at the other's command. Again, he rushes forward, claws gripping with tenacity at the roots of the forest and his long neck whirling forth with teeth baring itself downwards at Mizuki -
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You get that, a wave of pressure much like force wafts through the trees and billows around the area with the short eruption and completion of his form. It is so fast, and quick the way he bellows forth in his large shape barely able to fit within the confines of the space they are in.
The forest is angry, he is angry, and Mizuki is still so kind to think only of how to help him.
The most monstrous roar exits his mouth, the glowing colors of blue glow brightly within the insides of its maw. The sound of metal armor clattering against each other with each movement he makes, it is evident that his scales are hard like the armor he wore before. If you look hard enough too, you can be certain that it IS, the armor he wore before. Reshaped in the form of this Dragon before Mizuki.
Wings span outwards but cannot take flight, or hold even wind beneath them for they are squeezed tightly by the forest around them. He is bound to the ground and eager to move himself forward towards Mizuki, with means and manners to set his teeth to sink into their form. He heeded no mind to the tendrils that were at the other's command. Again, he rushes forward, claws gripping with tenacity at the roots of the forest and his long neck whirling forth with teeth baring itself downwards at Mizuki -