[Brant expected the usual noises of the Fool's Elysium to greet him as it does every night, but when silence was his alarm, his eyes snapped open. He was pushing himself up, looking around the room he found himself in. Confusion was an understatement. Had he had more to drink last night than he thought?

There was, of course, the possibility that he had, and his crew was playing some prank on him. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary, and that was his only explanation for now.

Snatching his captain's hat off the bed and placing it securely on his head, Brant made his way out of what he could only imagine was an Inn room and started walking.

Which only brought on more confusion. Where in the world was he? He needed to find someone!]

[Who would have guessed that touching strange mushrooms would have consequences!

The spores came out of nowhere — well, they came out of the mushrooms, but he'd say it was out of nowhere if someone were to ask. A surprise attack from mushrooms was almost like an attack out of nowhere!

The spores clung to his skin, to his clothes, to his lungs, and he couldn't cough before the pain started. His body convulsed, and he fell to his knees, his hands digging into the mud and dirt as a scream tore from his lips; a scream he couldn't hear over the crunching and cracking of his bones.

He could feel every tear, every break. Things broke out from under his skin, probably bone, but he couldn't see anything through the pain and the blood coating his face. He felt hot, like his blood was fire that was eating away at his skin. His screams faded as the fire devoured his throat, leaving him arching and thrashing on the ground.

Black charred like bone protruded from his back, with deep purple membrane making up wing-like appendages. A bone-like tail followed, his legs extending and breaking, talons tearing through his boots.

One final scream and purple fire burst from his mouth.](Not a 1:1 rendition of what Brant looks like, but inspiration from his Echo - Dragon of Dirge)

[It had taken him a few days to recover from the initial transformation, and then another to get accustomed to his new body. He was adjusting rather well, and he'd chalk it up to his laid-back personality and his ability to make light of any situation.

He was taller now — not that he hadn't been tall before, but with his new digitigrade legs, he had grown another two feet, maybe two and a half if he stretched. The scale-like bone plating that covered his body in sections was also something to get used to, especially when they became too dry and itchy, and he started rubbing up against anything he could find that was sturdy enough to hold his weight.

He felt more like a bear than a dragon.

And then he realized that the wings weren't just for show, and he could fly with them, and any negative thought or emotion had gone out the window the moment his feet left the ground and he was soaring through the trees. Feeling the wind on his face, gaining speed, and taking sharp turns!

It was exhilarating!]

[Hewwo, this is vex, its been a hot minute! If you wanna plot something don't hesitate to reach me on discord (I don't have plurk anymore) @ cosmic.hollow :D]