Now he's gotta prove himself to this weird lady and her seemingly sharp sword. Even if it came to a fight, he would have to transform anyway, right?
It's with a hefty sigh, as if she's asking him to do so much, the pain begins.
It's in his head, at first. It always starts there. A white hot flash behind his eyes, and even during his transformation he has to hold back. Hold what back, he doesn't truly know - something big, something dark. Something that threatens to consume him entirely.
For now, though, he keeps it simple - using dark energy, his body forms itself anew...sorta. His clothes are still on (thankfully), and for all she can see his hair turned white, his skin a sickly purple, his shoes...they gone, gurl.
Once it's complete, he rolls his shoulders, stretching his neck from one side to the next. He then spreads his arms out, as if to say Ta-da.
i need new icons dang
It's with a hefty sigh, as if she's asking him to do so much, the pain begins.
It's in his head, at first. It always starts there. A white hot flash behind his eyes, and even during his transformation he has to hold back. Hold what back, he doesn't truly know - something big, something dark. Something that threatens to consume him entirely.
For now, though, he keeps it simple - using dark energy, his body forms itself anew...sorta. His clothes are still on (thankfully), and for all she can see his hair turned white, his skin a sickly purple, his shoes...they gone, gurl.
Once it's complete, he rolls his shoulders, stretching his neck from one side to the next. He then spreads his arms out, as if to say Ta-da.