Sinkhole Abyss — For Her Eyes Only [p][m]

"Good." She seemed to have a mischievous smile and when she stepped back from him, Caedwyn wondered what Enya had in store for them. He licked the blood from his maw, allowing the metallic taste of the blood to sate his tastebuds as he slowly moved his tongue across his lips. His eyes remained on her with curiosity and anticipation. When a green light began to emanate from Enya, he took a small step back to allow her more room - unsure what exactly was happening. Before his very eyes, the form of his mate began to change. Her neck stretched into an elegant curve and from her back two large wings emerged. The reddish color of her fur dropped away as her fur changed to scales of a similar brown, mottled with bright turquoise spots. Caedwyn hadn't seen this form before. It was both ferocious and intriguing. His ears flicked forward with interest. His eyes moved slowly around her form until at last he found her face. The dragon's head was sleek and aerodynamic and large powerful horns grew from the back of her skull. He could hardly recognize her at first in comparison to her normal form. But his eyes moved along the lines of her face, moving up to her eyes. Her eyes. Her unmistakable eyes. Looking into her gaze, there was no doubt. This was Enya. His Enya. Caedwyn's head moved upward as she extended her neck and let out a breath of hot steam, showering them with little moist droplets as the hot air met the cool night. Like a dew, it fell onto his coat like a soft embrace. "Caedwyn" Her dragon voice still held a familiar tone that identified her, but it was masked with the low rumbling of the breath moving in her chest. He turned back toward her in time to see her extend her leg and reach out a long talon toward him. He didn't flinch away, but instead looked downward with curiosity as she touched him. She wanted him to fly with her. He stood for a moment, thinking about her words. She certainly looked strong enough to carry him, but that definitely wasn't what she had in mind. After a few seconds, he could feel something in his chest where she had touched him. It was like an energy moving between them, like a string touching between them. Somehow he knew. He could feel her power touching him. He had never morphed before, but it come upon him without a conscious decision. It felt instinctual and ancient. He curled his neck down toward his chest and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath. His body began to grow larger, his form darkening as scales replaces his fur and large wings unfurled from his back. Another hot breath came from him, but this time little sparks came from within his maw and little puffs of smoke as well. His eyes opened. The transformation now complete. Where a wolf had once stood, a large dark-scaled dragon now awaited. His gold eyes remained unchanged and he quickly curled his long neck around so he could observe himself. This form wasn't unpleasant at all. He stretched his toes into the dirt, allowing his talons to scratch the earth one by one as he experimented with his new body. He slowly stretched his wings out to show their full wingspan. With a pleased smile, he then quickly looked back over toward Enya. Why hadn't he thought of this before, he wondered with amazement. It had never occurred to him to copy this power from her. He felt a child-like excitement surge through him. Where moments before he had been embraced with the solemn reverence of their ceremony, now Caedwyn felt himself struggling to maintain himself in a serious manner. His pranced a little as he moved closer to Enya, his dragon face pulling back into a devlish smile. Without waiting, he quickly looked for an opening to launch himself toward Enya, aiming just between her wings so that he could (hopefully) land on her back. He outstretched his legs quickly as he did so, aiming to use his legs to grip around her neck from behind in a straddling motion. "What, you don't want to give me a piggy-back ride?" he declared as he threw himself at her in a playful tackle. ----- Success: He lands between her wings and uses his front legs to straddle her like he's getting a ride from her Fail: up to you also: even if he succeeds, feel free to shove him off. --- Speech.