<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sd_zpsvc3491zu.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 | 11:12 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Descent into Darkness<br/><br/>"Should I measure the confidence you have in me by the amount of steps you distanced yourself from me just now?"  A playful tilt of the head betrayed how insincere the insult she feigned was, and Olivia was literally bouncing on the spot, looking for all intents and purposes as if she was waiting for Jason to give her the go ahead. There was no true starting signal though, no one but herself keeping her from performing the most anticipated transformation of her Evolved life. She was excited, nervous and a little bit frightened, although she would never admit the latter lest Jason would get second thoughts about agreeing to this perilous endeavour.<br/><br/>"I've been wanting to do this for so long..." she whispered, and Liv found herself looking down at her own body for a moment, seeing not the warm complexion, the gentle curves or the smooth skin that complimented her appearance, but only the ways in which it differred from what she wanted to become; the vulnerability of such soft flesh, its inability to take flight and its overall lack of strength that she would attain once taking the form of the mythical creature she had drawn. Once more did she glance at her own creation, the drawing so real that it could very well jump off the paper at any given moment and disappear into the night. But it complacently remained in place, and Olivia took it in a two-handed grip, then allowed one of her hands to slide across the drawing, perusing every line with her fingertips. Her eyes fluttered to a close, the sight engraved in her mind instead, and beneath her palm the paper began to grow warmer, heating up until the edges began to curl and blacken, then singe altogether. Flames ate away at the drawing from the outside, working their way hungrily towards the centre as the artwork was consumed, the ashes carried away by the night's breeze.<br/><br/>A tremor went through the girl as the essence of the image was transferred to her very core, her appearance distorting in a way far more gradual and slow than she had done when shifting in and out of her bird's form. In truth, it was as if she was darkening altogether, her figure swallowed by the night's blackness made deeper by the shy moon, who had chosen to retreat behind a lazy cloud. She became like a shadow that grew and grew, steadily coming to tower over Jason. Eyes that opened no longer held that gentle chestnut shade but were a fierce malachite hue glowing in dark crescents, peering down at the sight of the now insignificant human being below. Had Olivia found herself capable of such thoughts then she would have surely worried now, as there was no way that one man would be capable of opposing the sheer force that coursed through her as she grew, altered and became so much more than she had ever been before. But rather than concerned she felt<em>vibrant</em>, her heart pulsing with this radical energy that made her want to push off from the ground and leave this world behind altogether. An overwhelming need to showcase who she was, what she could do became nigh on irresistible and only a shred of rational thought had her concentrate on the way her body had been shaped instead.<br/><br/>To the eyes of her winged companion she had grown at least four times in height, although it would be difficult to fully discern the appearance of the dragon that manifested before Jason's very eyes. But even without the moon, which had taken this inopportune moment to hide behind the scattered clouds and enviously hid this fantastical secret, there were telltale signs that this was nothing like the hawk or the dainty little cat he had seen her become earlier that day. A deep, rumbling breath emanated from within a powerful chest, each inhale filled with an innate power designed to intimidate. Sand shifted as the dragon before him began to explore the ways of its limbs, from the strong hind legs to the long, curving tail that swept into the dirt, but far more even to the wings that currently stood at sharp angles, their pointed ends serving to keep the creature that was Olivia - but in so many ways really<em>wasn't</em>- upright. It was then that lazy moonlight began to find its way into the Nevada desert once more, and dark scales shimmered with an indigo radiance where they caught the pale rays and reflected them in scattered directions all about the plains. A graceful and long neck arched downward, a proud, slender head curiously inspected wings that stood as of yet unfolded. It seemed that only then the dragon took proper notice of Jason's presence, and whilst its nozzle had been perusing the sinewy appendages, she now turned to peer down at the male human, dipping her head even further to level with him completely.<br/><br/>It looked so inquisitive, so innocent, and it probably was. Even the dragon's noble head was covered in the luminous scales, betraying its resilience. Olivia, in her magnificent form, edged forward a little until the distance that separated the two was reduced to mere inches. The breath that left through trembling nostrils was audible and seemed much like the dragon was using all its senses to investigate the stranger ahead. Which should have been a warning in its own, but could still be mistaken for a playful inability to communicate in any other way. And surely when she pushed her nose against his chest altogether it was affectionate, if not anything else, even if the strength behind it was enough to send the man staggering backwards. An inability to keep her newfound strength in check, perhaps, and only Olivia felt the panic that accompanied the sentiment, felt the losing battle she was fighting against instincts not her own, not the way she was used to them, anyway. The form she had taken was rapidly taking control; a primal drive not of this world had begun to invade the woman's mind, her very soul from the moment she had abandoned her mere human shape and became something else entirely, and with every step that the dragon took towards Jason, she could feel an instinct far more brutal take over. She wanted to warn him as much as she felt an innate desire to open her maw, reveal rows of razorsharp teeth and tear his body to bloody shreds.<br/><br/>The dragon stretched its neck forward, its every muscle tensed in preparation of something both magnificent and terrible. Green eyes so suddenly narrowed as the predator gave its true intent away, then jaws parted and from deep within its throat a guttural sound welled up, a warning that lasted not a single second. Then every pretense of friendliness was abruptly drowned out as the mythical beast unleashed an immense torrent of scorching fire upon the place where Jason was standing, blackening the earth and disintegrating anything that had the audacity to grow in its vicinity. A roar, so otherworldly and so devastatingly loud that it would be heard for miles around erupted from the mighty creature as it unleashed hellfire upon the human who had promised to keep her from losing control. But Liv had never been in control to begin with, and as she allowed the onslaught of flames to dissipate, the draconian raised itself onto its hind legs and unfurled wings that put the Evolved human's to shame. It didn't linger, the vast skies far too tempting for the creature to remain grounded, and gusts of powerful wind battered the desert and anyone in it as it pushed off and set off into the night, eager to explore what the world had to offer.<br/>