<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ragnar Lodbrok/Myth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room Sept. 1st Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Standard Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Ragnar stands watching the others leave with a glance upwards offering a quick prayer. He really does hope that Beast is alright, but other things are on his mind at the moment... Like getting to the doorway... This had only been the second time he shifted into dragon form and the first time he passed right out on shifting back. The strain on his body due to shifting into something so large was great. Turning scale colors took it's toll as well, although not as much. Ragnar figures the more he took the dragon form the easier it would be.. Thinking back most of his forms left him drained that first time, but it was to be expected as he was becoming a totally new creature every time.<br/><br/>He moves with unsteady steps towards the doorway and a stumble sent him sideways slamming into the wall and sliding down to the floor. It was all part of his shifts, but he never wanted the others to see him like this. Ragnar was a proud man and found any sign of weakness distasteful, especially when it came from himself. Some small part of him told him that those that had shared the Danger Room that morning would become part of a team with him. Ragnar believes at that moment that none of them would respect him if something as small as a dragon shift made him that weak.<br/><br/>Grimicing Ragnar makes up his mind to spend as much time as he can in other forms in order to get used to him. At the moment the dragon forms were at the top of his list... Well other then studying more forms. First though he needed to rest... Yes, that would be great to just close his eyes for a moment... Blue eyes disappear under his eyelids as Ragnar slumps down against the floor.