<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/432e71ed91c234c7785dbfcae078ac59_zpstqfakaqu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 11:17 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unleashing the Beast<br/><hr/><br/>Somewhere deep within she was still Olivia, and despite the vast transformation she had undergone her true essence had never really changed. Though her mind was addled by her own perception of what a dragon thought like, felt like, acted like, she still had an understanding of the world around her in the way she had done as a human. The only difference was that now the world was a much smaller place, and every single living creature on it in a subservient position to the most powerful of beings to ever dwell upon its surface. This included Jason, and that he would defy her very dominance by keeping her grounded caused the woman turned dragon to roar in frustration. Her wings, like vast sails billowed furiously in a fruitless attempt to bring herself to her advantageous position in the vast sky, the only place that suited her immense form. But there was a distinct difference between expectation and reality, and this tiny human who had denied Death's call was an anchor that would not allow her to leave.<br/><br/>Thrashing agitatedly did little good, and the aggravated dragon turned its long, slender neck towards the man who had attained a metallic sheen, his beautiful wings now perilous weapons that Olivia refused to acknowledge as real danger. Unbridled fury unleashed itself as she screeched in anger, then spewed a short breath of fire into the man's general  direction. But when he stood so directly behind - and beneath - her, aiming was a challenge and it incinerated the ground far behind him, leaving only trickles of fire where it had caught some innocent shrubs. Her powerful tail whipped angrily, its end caught in Jason's firm grasp. She was still so very unfamiliar with her newfound strength and yet, he would feel the tremor that assaulted his unyielding body as she tried to yank free once, twice, three times over before realizing how futile it was. It was all she could do to twist her whole body around, using not only the strength of her tail but her powerful legs as well, and the sudden arching of her spine allowed her to accomplish what she had started to wonder if she could; the man was lifted from the earth as she finally managed to wedge him from his grounded position. The dragon didn't need more than a moment; the second he no longer weighed her down she launched herself up. A feeling of bliss, of unhindered freedom assaulted her senses and an intense exhilaration filled her as she allowed her majestic shape to fully expose itself to the night in all its vast emptiness. For a few, precious moments the draconian shapeshifter thought herself queen of the world...<br/><br/>...And then she realized she was not alone.<br/><br/>He was a nuisance, a hindrance that would not leave her to impose her superiority upon the world. The dragon took notice of the shape that kept up with her in a way that no one should be allowed to. It was beneath her to fly away and when her iridescent green eyes caught sight of the titanium angel she angled her right wing, her imposing physique arching with surprising agility into a sharp right turn. Though it could be mistaken for  flight, Jason would likely know better than to think her cowardly. Human and dragon alike carried an audacity that had them face the world head-on no matter what adversity it would throw in their path and it was with this stubbornness that she went for the flying human, her mind less and less divided the more Jason lived up to the challenge she had posed, the challenge he was living up to so deliciously. Desires to explore the world in her new magnificence took a backseat to a desire to test this lesser being and she launched herself directly at him, her roar lighter now, like a taunt more than an outcry of fury. Her fangs were sharp but not what would give her an edge now that she'd taken the fight to the skies. Her wings were strong and massive, with claws at the very end that could gut you navel to throat in an instant - unless you were built of something more resilient, of course, and she angled her body into a sharp diagonal, her right wing taking a sudden swing at him, attempting to send him spiralling right back to the ground. And she didn't let up after that, the dragon in instant pursuit until this defiant human would admit defeat and acknowledge her as the dominant species.<br/><br/><br/><br/>