[When all is said and done, there's a giant unicorn in the room. Because of the constraints, Dylas had spent the entire transformation slowly moving himself into a laying position—there's not enough room for him to stand, really. The lightning dissipates when it's over. Dylas huffs, nostrils flaring as he catches his breath.
Maybe he should've mentioned he can't talk like this?
He nickers a displeased sound before turning his face away from Atsushi. He's embarrassed, dammit. He feels huge and unimpressive, even if he's definitely the largest horse around. There are periwinkle tufts of fur on each limb. Between the black and the grey and blue, he's a literal storm of a stallion—the third Guardian who gave his life for Ventuswill: Thunderbolt.]
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Maybe he should've mentioned he can't talk like this?
He nickers a displeased sound before turning his face away from Atsushi. He's embarrassed, dammit. He feels huge and unimpressive, even if he's definitely the largest horse around. There are periwinkle tufts of fur on each limb. Between the black and the grey and blue, he's a literal storm of a stallion—the third Guardian who gave his life for Ventuswill: Thunderbolt.]