<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Metal Angel.<br/><hr/>With wondrous fascination Jason's brown eyes shifted rapidly around Liv's expanding form. He watched with an eagerness that he didn't expect as the mythical transformation took hold of the woman he'd been spending his night with; smooth skin that minutes ago had been pressed to his acquired indigo armor, eyes brown to match his own transformed into glistening rubies fitting a dragon's hoard, and wings so powerful that the hawk within her no doubt would have shrieked in terror at the fierce predator born on this night. By burnt paper and the will of her evolution she had become a thing of legends, a creature with magnificence unparalleled, of beauty and power conveyable only in the most well crafted fantasy epics. Epic. That was the word that danced in his head as she took time to discover herself, and he could only imagine what it was to feel such size and strength in herself. To discover the form, the senses, the nature of the most terrifying predator to ever be dreamed by man. As the moon shared its light with them once more he was able to take in those details about her that had been shrouded by darkness.<br/><br/>“Woah,” He murmured, truly speechless. To a man of artistic mind he could appreciate what she must be going through in there, to experience embodying her passion must have been the most euphoric experience – one that he did envy her for.<br/><br/>He waited, patiently, as she took grasp of herself and came to terms with what she must have been feeling; when she approached he did not shy away, but instead stood firm until she nuzzled him. It was lucky for her, and him, that he was no ordinary man. Even still he could tell right away that no amount of strength he could muster like this would be able to deal with this creature if things got out of hand – but they did not appear to be going that way. “Olivia?” He questioned, searching those jeweled eyes for some hint of recognition; as the bird he had encountered communication may have been difficult, but there was no doubt she was cognizant of him and her surroundings – it was important to make sure that was true here as well.<br/><br/>When her head rose up and the creature before him parted its large lips to reveal the deadly weapons within, Jason knew something was not right. Was she to roar at him as she had squawked? Not at that distance, he doubted. Not like that. What came next was something that he had not wanted to confront, but his assumption about her had been wrong. He didn't need to understand her ability fully to know that it came with risks – it was not just physical aspects of those creatures she took on, but by this experience, likely their mental ones. There was no time to flee what was coming, hardly enough to react to it. The ripples of heat that distorted her form as the flames gathered in her core were all the signal he needed. Jason threw his arms in front of himself as to shield his face from what was to come. Like those his wings curled around himself, wrapping himself in a feathered cocoon that would prove to be ineffective against a torrent of searing flames.<br/><br/>The blast hit and scorched the earth around him; plant life, if there had been any, was eradicated and the sand itself burned. If this had been her friend, Alex, he would have felt in an instant the flesh melt from his bones and his nerves seared until he was little more then a cooked snack for the beast she had become. If Jason had been any other man, he figured, this would have been his last night on earth. His last feeling would have been that of flames licking at his flesh, his last smell would be of cinder and burnt air, his last sight would have been the the orange miasma of her inferno coming to claim him.<br/><br/>Terrible smoke, as thick as it was charcoal black, rose from the path the flames had followed; it created a narrow wall of itself, rising in a heavy plume that obscured what should have been his twice-extra crispy body. The sound of her roar rolled through the still night, washing over the desert – an unnatural warning to all creatures to beware what was coming. She rolled onto her back legs and looked to take flight; they pushed the smoke back effortless and whipped up dust to go along with it, and with terrible power her mighty form began to rise into the night; a creature ready to stalk its new world.<br/><br/>It was fortunate for both of them that he was not somebody else. Jason's body had shifted as well.<br/><br/>From the cloud of smoke and dust created by her attempt at escape, one of his arms shot forward and wrapped around her rising tail. His tanned flesh replaced by cool platinum; once covered in hair they were now sleek and uniform. His second arm thrust forward to join the first and snatched her tail right near the end. “OLIVIA.” He roared.<br/><br/>Dust and smoke cleared by the persistent gale created by the flapping of her large wings left his transformation exposed to her. The flames had seared away the pants he had left, his belt ash along with them, blown effortlessly away like the other aerosolized debris. What was left was his body exposed, but covered by that platinum sheen that made him look like he was right out of some Hollywood movie. His musculature was far more defined like this; arms, chest, abs, shoulders, legs, all packed on and defined to be the very definition of physical perfection shaped from the finest of metals. It wasn't just his body tone that had changed, but his stature as well – height added, more then half a foot easily. Most impressive of all though was not the change in his body, but the change of his wings – like him they had been dipped in whatever steel coating he had summoned up. Like the muscles of his body the feathers of his wings took on their most ideal shape; each of them as a wicked blade tucked neatly into a full array of other blades ready to be used to skewer those who would oppose him.<br/><br/>He could not be sure how fast a creature like this could fly, and he wasn't willing to gamble that he couldn't keep up. If something was going to happen it was going to happen right here; he would not allow her to fly off where he could not control the situation – he had, after all, made her a promise. The heat rose off his metallic body, ripples of super hot air making him look like he were shimmering. This was what he had feared to begin with, how much could a dragon take? It wasn't that he doubted his ability to deal with her – for he'd never encountered anything he could not handle like this – but rather that he feared going to far. His arms tightened on her tail, and as she rose she would feel that resistance – he was holding her to the ground. “Enough of this!” He ordered of her, shifting his foot forward so that he could gain leverage to yank with his might and ground her – using her tail as a rope to tug her onto her back and force her back to the earth where she could not so easily escape him.