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Story © Kaoru http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17747248/
THE KING'S DRAGONS (excerpt)
The silence in that huge room was almost eerie. None of the dragons looking at me said a word, not a single sound could be heard. They all stood still, watching me so closely that it almost felt like their eyes were touching my skin.
The further I got into the middle of the arena, the better I got a look at everything. I turned my head around, trying to get a full picture of the things surrounding me, hoping for some spot to latch my eyes onto. If there was anything that I could fix my eyes on, I could probably project more mental strength than I actually had. And I surely couldn't allow that to be the archway opening in which my guide was still standing. Eyeing him all the time probably was the biggest sign of weakness I could possibly show.
Nevertheless my stare crossed his for a moment, and he instantly shook his head rapidly, confirming that this was the worst thing for me to do. He didn't have to do this for long however, because I noticed something from the upper corner of my eye that stole my attention. There was a hooded figure standing on top of the archway, surrounded by odd looking oversized goblets and candles. It was impossible to make out his face under his deep blue robe, but the figure's shape made it obvious that he was human. The wings were lacking, and no muzzle protruded from his head.
My eyes transfixed on him, and without really looking at the floor I stepped right into the middle of the circle.
Still nobody moved, least of all the hooded figure, and for a moment I was at a loss of what to do, let alone even what to expect. Of course my guide had told me that I shouldn't worry about anything, but in that very moment I felt very underfed with information nevertheless.
Then the hooded man finally started to move. He picked up one of the goblets, muttered a few words into it with a language that I couldn't understand, and poured all its contents into a huge brass shell that was placed in front of his feet. Then he took a candle, threw it into the shell as well, and a huge flame shot upwards, almost reaching the height of his hips.
Below my feet the circle started to lighten up for a moment, and I lowered my head in surprise to see what was going on. A star-shaped glyph appeared, possibly a pentagram, and I felt a deep warmth coming from it, flowing through my body in pulsating waves. It was startling and soothing at the same time, which was a very strange mix. If anything these conflicting feelings threw me out of the emotional loop even more. There was nothing distinctive or definitive about them.
The only thing that was clear to me was that my transformation was beginning, at long last. Just the mere realizing of that made my heart pump faster, and even faster it got once I felt that the gentle warmth that ran through me didn't stop at these levels. It gradually increased with each passing wave, shooting from my soles up to my head, feeling like layers being put upon layers, as if an onion was peeled backwards. And the more waves came over me, the more I began to feel trapped in my own skin.
While this continued, I started to feel the same thing inside me, as if an entity that had no mass and dimensions spread itself out, taking over everything it could get hold of. It grabbed at my guts, my kidneys, my stomach, my heart, my liver, holding them tightly in position as if waiting for a cue to get started. Then the waves were getting shorter, gentler... Until they ultimately stopped coming altogether. Whatever powers were collecting themselves in me, my body had absorbed them all, soaked like a sponge.
That's when they decided to let themselves loose.
The sensation was as if I was being turned counter-clockwise from the inside into many directions at once. I let out a yelp in shock and lost my orientation. Suddenly there was no way for me to tell where was up and where was down anymore . Even directions like left or right didn't make any sense anymore, everything was scrambled. All I definitely could say was that I had been falling to the floor, because I suddenly felt a long cold stony surface against my skin. But I couldn't say where it started and where it stopped. As far as I could tell it could have been all over me, and that wasn't physically possible. Was I lying, was I standing? I really couldn't tell.
The waves that sat inside me sought their way out again, coming to the surface. The first, the gentle ones, tipped against my skin from the inside, giving it a hue that seemed to become greener by the second. I held my right arm in front of my eyes, watching the colour intensifying to the point it matched up with all the other dragons. It didn't stop there however. Lines started to appear in my skin, tiny little carvings in angular shapes that slowly sunk into me like boats into water.
Scales.
With them appearing it was as if the floor was losing its cold temperature to the point that I didn't find the surface uncomfortable anymore. I noticed something similar concerning my trousers. My skin started to feel rough against it, slight frictions began to happen. The softness of my human skin bid farewell, never to return.
In a subconscious reaction I touched my belly with my hand and noticed a similar thing happening on it as well. Thickness and roughness were taking over. I could feel it everywhere my fingers went. I looked down as best as I could and saw my chest being covered with far bigger scale plates, but in a lighter green hue than the ones that appeared everywhere else on my body. They literally ate my nipples and belly button, totally dissolving into the scales as if they had never been there, removing the most obvious mammalian traits from my body. The surface of my abdomen was now even, slick and smooth, alabaster in colour.
Then I felt piercing pains in my fingertips, like tiny knocks from the inside. I looked at my hand again, watching my nails surging forwards while getting pointed towards their end, becoming proper claws. Their colouring darkened, going into a deep grey first until they transitioned into proper black afterwards. After they were done I felt the very same thing happening at my toes, but I didn't bother to look. Things were heating up right inside me anyway, making it even harder for me to focus.
Every muscle in my body tensed itself. My appearance was in the process of becoming far more athletic than I had ever been before. I saw my abdominals gaining more definition, popping out like tiny hills on a flat landscape. But soon that view got blocked by my swelling pectorals, effectively hiding them from vision. The massive flexing spread over from there, getting a grip over my arms, my legs, my back and shoulders, my hands and feet, literally everywhere a muscle was. Not a single limb was spared.
While that happened a sizzling sound left my body, reminding me of water vaporizing in a hot frying pan. I felt my flesh transitioning, its consistency crossing over from human into dragon, possibly even reptilian. It was as if my body was wringing itself out, then wringing itself back in. And then the forces fell all over my insides, sorting things completely anew, setting organs into other shapes and places, reorganized everything they could find. All I could do was hold my stomach, keeping my mouth open with a suppressed gurgle while going cross-eyed.
Now pressures were building up in my face. My mouth was forced to fix itself into an open position as cracking sounds from my jaws emerged, announcing themselves as being the next in line for an overhaul. The powerful waves that were sitting in my body came back, unloading themselves in my head, spreading everything apart at once. As foretold, my jaws pushed outwards, accompanied with wet crunching noises that were absolutely off-putting to my ears. My nose travelled away from me, carried to the tip of my emerging muzzle while dissolving into it at the same time. As it did, my nostrils spread themselves apart to rest on opposing sides at the end of my snout, flaring out.
My hair began to come off my head, falling down like snowflakes. The eyelashes removed themselves as well, and when my eyebrows followed suit, the ridges below became far more pronounced, pushing themselves outwards so that despite the missing pieces of hair my eyes could still be protected. Rustling noises that appeared inside my ears told me that they were changing form as well. Their tips pulled themselves upwards, getting long and pointed, while the lobes just wizened until they finally completely shrunk away.
That's not where the changes on my head stopped, however. Two thick horns attempted to push themselves out on either side of my skull, pointing backwards while also developing a slight curve at their end that went upwards. Then I felt the same pressures on my cheekbones. Tiny horns broke through, searching their way towards the surface, but gaining no more than the length of a few mere centimetres.
The nastiest feeling on my head was still to come. My tongue rushed forward, tearing itself out of my throat. Without intending to do so I made the silliest, slurring noises with my mouth. I babbled and grunted, all the while my tongue gained in thickness and length, becoming pointed at its tip. Once that was over, all my teeth sharpened into fangs. They grew in size and hammered themselves out of my gums as if they were big nails that had to be slammed into walls.
Now that the reshaping of my head was done and over with, my mind was clear for a second and I thought of my guide's words. No matter how scared I was, no matter how taxing the experience was to me I still had to show strength and dignity. So I tried to get myself back to my feet, standing upright for at least a short moment. Even if it shouldn't work for more than just a short while, at least it was sending a message to all the bad souls of the dragon legion who were looking for someone they could bully. It didn't come out as well as planned, though. I was shaking and insecure. The arena was spinning around my head, and it still was impossible for me to tell where up and down was. Worst of it all my sword came loose from my trousers and fell to the ground. And in that moment I wondered why they had to stay on during the transformation anyway.
However my standing posture quickly came under threat. Sudden cramps in my feet made sure that my balance became very hard to sustain. It was difficult, but I could manage. The bones in my arches stretched forward, carrying my toes further away. Save for the big ones, who somehow stayed behind at first then began to actually move back, sliding their way around the ankles to turn to the end of the heels, pointing from them. The balls of my feet widened massively, and so did my remaining toes at the front. They puffed out, becoming longer and broader by the second. And still my arches kept surging forward, almost reaching double their original length.
At that point I still could somehow manage to keep myself standing on the soles, but another change in my feet's bone structure made it impossible for me to retain that position. My former big toes that had become those huge claws at my heels began to curve downwards and pushed against the stone floor, making it very uncomfortable for me to keep them were they were, and it got worse by the second. So I had to give in and raise my soles off the ground, putting my whole body weight on the balls of my feet. This sort of worked and it was very relieving, but I started wobbling, failing to find a proper balance. I simply couldn't find a centre within myself, there clearly was a missing piece to hold it all together. And despite all my thoughts being clouded and disorganized I had a very good idea of what it was, and that there wouldn't be a long wait until it finally made itself known physically.
The warm waves now started streaming down my spine, collecting themselves at the end of it, as if in an effort to push through. Eventually they succeeded. A tip made of scaly tissue extended from just above my buttocks, filled with a tiny bone. That tip quickly gained in length and thickness, increasing its mass by the second. Bones multiplied within, connected with spinal discs that brought themselves into existence as well. I was developing a tail. It was still too small for me, however, to make any use of it, let alone getting my balance straight. My legs kept being wobbly, and the sensation of my tail coming into existence was bit too much too handle for my mind, so without intending I fell to the floor again, landing on my chest. At least it did feel as if I landed on my chest.
The pressure in my growing tail didn't let up, however. In fact it had only just begun, building more and more until the tip finally started to poke through the fabric of the trousers, gently creating a hole without actually shredding anything to pieces. With determination my tail wormed its way through, swung around as if being curious to see the world. The bigger it grew the heaver it became. Which meant that I not only felt an additional limb at my body sending new sensations to my brain that I had never known before, but that I also felt the weight of it tugging at my back. It kept growing with vigour, as if having no interest in stopping. It wiggled and twisted around, slapped the ground, hit my legs, and stirred a bit of wind. I could feel everything with it, the rough stones on the floor, the soft fabric of my trousers, the freeness of the air. It was new, it was a little exciting, and it was THERE.
By this point I knew it was almost over, but there was no way for me of telling how much time had passed by this point. The change seemed endless, interminable; yet at the same I felt as if only a few seconds had passed. Maybe that even was the case, but there was no way for me to tell. But no matter how long it had been going on, it had to be nearing its end, because there was only one final thing of which I could think was missing, one final thing that I had to obtain to fully become a dragon. A pair of wings.
And they didn't make themselves wait. The next shot of warm waves that hid inside my body travelled to my shoulder blades, furiously boxing at them, as if to announce a warning. There was no way for me to escape the inevitable, I had to take what was coming, whether I wanted to or not. My shoulder blades felt as if they were being boiled until they slipped to the sides, paving the way for an additional set of arms that would eventually blossom into two powerful wings.
This final stage of the transformation also was the hardest to go through. The modifying and reshaping of some of my body's parts had been excruciating, and the coming of the tail had been bad enough, but having not just one but TWO limbs coming out of me at the same was simply way too much to take at once. I shut my eyes, the lids pressing so hard that they almost began to hurt as well, and I suddenly heard myself screaming in agony. The voice was almost unrecognisable to me, and I didn't even connect it to myself at first, almost thinking it was somebody else in the arena who was in pain. There were some overlaps when I listened more closely, but generally it had went down at least an octave, saturated with slight hints of roughness.
The wings were still coming however, which prompted my screams to go on. Elbow-like joints began to appear in my two new limbs, while tiny hands began to grow at the top of them. Their fingers wiggled in confusion, not sure yet what to do I could feel every single one of them. I tried to open my eyes for a moment, as the self-imposed pressure on my lids was getting too much, and I saw my hands clawing into the stone floor in desperation. I was clawing so hard that I almost felt cramps coming on inside my fingers. And promptly my grip became harder, because the fingers on my wingarms stretched themselves longer, raising my experience of pain by one more level. Thick scaly surfaces appeared between them, filling out the empty spaces for catching air so they could ride on it. They got longer and longer. There just seemed no end to it.
But then there it suddenly was. The waves ceased. Just a few remaining ones slipped through me here and there, performing some final barely noticeable touches to round off my new appearance. And then it was finally over.
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Work with Letraset Markers on 13*18 cm paper
Hope you'll appreciate this one!
Kaoruishere done to illustrate a story he wrote.<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Story © Kaoru http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17747248/
THE KING'S DRAGONS (excerpt)
The silence in that huge room was almost eerie. None of the dragons looking at me said a word, not a single sound could be heard. They all stood still, watching me so closely that it almost felt like their eyes were touching my skin.
The further I got into the middle of the arena, the better I got a look at everything. I turned my head around, trying to get a full picture of the things surrounding me, hoping for some spot to latch my eyes onto. If there was anything that I could fix my eyes on, I could probably project more mental strength than I actually had. And I surely couldn't allow that to be the archway opening in which my guide was still standing. Eyeing him all the time probably was the biggest sign of weakness I could possibly show.
Nevertheless my stare crossed his for a moment, and he instantly shook his head rapidly, confirming that this was the worst thing for me to do. He didn't have to do this for long however, because I noticed something from the upper corner of my eye that stole my attention. There was a hooded figure standing on top of the archway, surrounded by odd looking oversized goblets and candles. It was impossible to make out his face under his deep blue robe, but the figure's shape made it obvious that he was human. The wings were lacking, and no muzzle protruded from his head.
My eyes transfixed on him, and without really looking at the floor I stepped right into the middle of the circle.
Still nobody moved, least of all the hooded figure, and for a moment I was at a loss of what to do, let alone even what to expect. Of course my guide had told me that I shouldn't worry about anything, but in that very moment I felt very underfed with information nevertheless.
Then the hooded man finally started to move. He picked up one of the goblets, muttered a few words into it with a language that I couldn't understand, and poured all its contents into a huge brass shell that was placed in front of his feet. Then he took a candle, threw it into the shell as well, and a huge flame shot upwards, almost reaching the height of his hips.
Below my feet the circle started to lighten up for a moment, and I lowered my head in surprise to see what was going on. A star-shaped glyph appeared, possibly a pentagram, and I felt a deep warmth coming from it, flowing through my body in pulsating waves. It was startling and soothing at the same time, which was a very strange mix. If anything these conflicting feelings threw me out of the emotional loop even more. There was nothing distinctive or definitive about them.
The only thing that was clear to me was that my transformation was beginning, at long last. Just the mere realizing of that made my heart pump faster, and even faster it got once I felt that the gentle warmth that ran through me didn't stop at these levels. It gradually increased with each passing wave, shooting from my soles up to my head, feeling like layers being put upon layers, as if an onion was peeled backwards. And the more waves came over me, the more I began to feel trapped in my own skin.
While this continued, I started to feel the same thing inside me, as if an entity that had no mass and dimensions spread itself out, taking over everything it could get hold of. It grabbed at my guts, my kidneys, my stomach, my heart, my liver, holding them tightly in position as if waiting for a cue to get started. Then the waves were getting shorter, gentler... Until they ultimately stopped coming altogether. Whatever powers were collecting themselves in me, my body had absorbed them all, soaked like a sponge.
That's when they decided to let themselves loose.
The sensation was as if I was being turned counter-clockwise from the inside into many directions at once. I let out a yelp in shock and lost my orientation. Suddenly there was no way for me to tell where was up and where was down anymore . Even directions like left or right didn't make any sense anymore, everything was scrambled. All I definitely could say was that I had been falling to the floor, because I suddenly felt a long cold stony surface against my skin. But I couldn't say where it started and where it stopped. As far as I could tell it could have been all over me, and that wasn't physically possible. Was I lying, was I standing? I really couldn't tell.
The waves that sat inside me sought their way out again, coming to the surface. The first, the gentle ones, tipped against my skin from the inside, giving it a hue that seemed to become greener by the second. I held my right arm in front of my eyes, watching the colour intensifying to the point it matched up with all the other dragons. It didn't stop there however. Lines started to appear in my skin, tiny little carvings in angular shapes that slowly sunk into me like boats into water.
Scales.
With them appearing it was as if the floor was losing its cold temperature to the point that I didn't find the surface uncomfortable anymore. I noticed something similar concerning my trousers. My skin started to feel rough against it, slight frictions began to happen. The softness of my human skin bid farewell, never to return.
In a subconscious reaction I touched my belly with my hand and noticed a similar thing happening on it as well. Thickness and roughness were taking over. I could feel it everywhere my fingers went. I looked down as best as I could and saw my chest being covered with far bigger scale plates, but in a lighter green hue than the ones that appeared everywhere else on my body. They literally ate my nipples and belly button, totally dissolving into the scales as if they had never been there, removing the most obvious mammalian traits from my body. The surface of my abdomen was now even, slick and smooth, alabaster in colour.
Then I felt piercing pains in my fingertips, like tiny knocks from the inside. I looked at my hand again, watching my nails surging forwards while getting pointed towards their end, becoming proper claws. Their colouring darkened, going into a deep grey first until they transitioned into proper black afterwards. After they were done I felt the very same thing happening at my toes, but I didn't bother to look. Things were heating up right inside me anyway, making it even harder for me to focus.
Every muscle in my body tensed itself. My appearance was in the process of becoming far more athletic than I had ever been before. I saw my abdominals gaining more definition, popping out like tiny hills on a flat landscape. But soon that view got blocked by my swelling pectorals, effectively hiding them from vision. The massive flexing spread over from there, getting a grip over my arms, my legs, my back and shoulders, my hands and feet, literally everywhere a muscle was. Not a single limb was spared.
While that happened a sizzling sound left my body, reminding me of water vaporizing in a hot frying pan. I felt my flesh transitioning, its consistency crossing over from human into dragon, possibly even reptilian. It was as if my body was wringing itself out, then wringing itself back in. And then the forces fell all over my insides, sorting things completely anew, setting organs into other shapes and places, reorganized everything they could find. All I could do was hold my stomach, keeping my mouth open with a suppressed gurgle while going cross-eyed.
Now pressures were building up in my face. My mouth was forced to fix itself into an open position as cracking sounds from my jaws emerged, announcing themselves as being the next in line for an overhaul. The powerful waves that were sitting in my body came back, unloading themselves in my head, spreading everything apart at once. As foretold, my jaws pushed outwards, accompanied with wet crunching noises that were absolutely off-putting to my ears. My nose travelled away from me, carried to the tip of my emerging muzzle while dissolving into it at the same time. As it did, my nostrils spread themselves apart to rest on opposing sides at the end of my snout, flaring out.
My hair began to come off my head, falling down like snowflakes. The eyelashes removed themselves as well, and when my eyebrows followed suit, the ridges below became far more pronounced, pushing themselves outwards so that despite the missing pieces of hair my eyes could still be protected. Rustling noises that appeared inside my ears told me that they were changing form as well. Their tips pulled themselves upwards, getting long and pointed, while the lobes just wizened until they finally completely shrunk away.
That's not where the changes on my head stopped, however. Two thick horns attempted to push themselves out on either side of my skull, pointing backwards while also developing a slight curve at their end that went upwards. Then I felt the same pressures on my cheekbones. Tiny horns broke through, searching their way towards the surface, but gaining no more than the length of a few mere centimetres.
The nastiest feeling on my head was still to come. My tongue rushed forward, tearing itself out of my throat. Without intending to do so I made the silliest, slurring noises with my mouth. I babbled and grunted, all the while my tongue gained in thickness and length, becoming pointed at its tip. Once that was over, all my teeth sharpened into fangs. They grew in size and hammered themselves out of my gums as if they were big nails that had to be slammed into walls.
Now that the reshaping of my head was done and over with, my mind was clear for a second and I thought of my guide's words. No matter how scared I was, no matter how taxing the experience was to me I still had to show strength and dignity. So I tried to get myself back to my feet, standing upright for at least a short moment. Even if it shouldn't work for more than just a short while, at least it was sending a message to all the bad souls of the dragon legion who were looking for someone they could bully. It didn't come out as well as planned, though. I was shaking and insecure. The arena was spinning around my head, and it still was impossible for me to tell where up and down was. Worst of it all my sword came loose from my trousers and fell to the ground. And in that moment I wondered why they had to stay on during the transformation anyway.
However my standing posture quickly came under threat. Sudden cramps in my feet made sure that my balance became very hard to sustain. It was difficult, but I could manage. The bones in my arches stretched forward, carrying my toes further away. Save for the big ones, who somehow stayed behind at first then began to actually move back, sliding their way around the ankles to turn to the end of the heels, pointing from them. The balls of my feet widened massively, and so did my remaining toes at the front. They puffed out, becoming longer and broader by the second. And still my arches kept surging forward, almost reaching double their original length.
At that point I still could somehow manage to keep myself standing on the soles, but another change in my feet's bone structure made it impossible for me to retain that position. My former big toes that had become those huge claws at my heels began to curve downwards and pushed against the stone floor, making it very uncomfortable for me to keep them were they were, and it got worse by the second. So I had to give in and raise my soles off the ground, putting my whole body weight on the balls of my feet. This sort of worked and it was very relieving, but I started wobbling, failing to find a proper balance. I simply couldn't find a centre within myself, there clearly was a missing piece to hold it all together. And despite all my thoughts being clouded and disorganized I had a very good idea of what it was, and that there wouldn't be a long wait until it finally made itself known physically.
The warm waves now started streaming down my spine, collecting themselves at the end of it, as if in an effort to push through. Eventually they succeeded. A tip made of scaly tissue extended from just above my buttocks, filled with a tiny bone. That tip quickly gained in length and thickness, increasing its mass by the second. Bones multiplied within, connected with spinal discs that brought themselves into existence as well. I was developing a tail. It was still too small for me, however, to make any use of it, let alone getting my balance straight. My legs kept being wobbly, and the sensation of my tail coming into existence was bit too much too handle for my mind, so without intending I fell to the floor again, landing on my chest. At least it did feel as if I landed on my chest.
The pressure in my growing tail didn't let up, however. In fact it had only just begun, building more and more until the tip finally started to poke through the fabric of the trousers, gently creating a hole without actually shredding anything to pieces. With determination my tail wormed its way through, swung around as if being curious to see the world. The bigger it grew the heaver it became. Which meant that I not only felt an additional limb at my body sending new sensations to my brain that I had never known before, but that I also felt the weight of it tugging at my back. It kept growing with vigour, as if having no interest in stopping. It wiggled and twisted around, slapped the ground, hit my legs, and stirred a bit of wind. I could feel everything with it, the rough stones on the floor, the soft fabric of my trousers, the freeness of the air. It was new, it was a little exciting, and it was THERE.
By this point I knew it was almost over, but there was no way for me of telling how much time had passed by this point. The change seemed endless, interminable; yet at the same I felt as if only a few seconds had passed. Maybe that even was the case, but there was no way for me to tell. But no matter how long it had been going on, it had to be nearing its end, because there was only one final thing of which I could think was missing, one final thing that I had to obtain to fully become a dragon. A pair of wings.
And they didn't make themselves wait. The next shot of warm waves that hid inside my body travelled to my shoulder blades, furiously boxing at them, as if to announce a warning. There was no way for me to escape the inevitable, I had to take what was coming, whether I wanted to or not. My shoulder blades felt as if they were being boiled until they slipped to the sides, paving the way for an additional set of arms that would eventually blossom into two powerful wings.
This final stage of the transformation also was the hardest to go through. The modifying and reshaping of some of my body's parts had been excruciating, and the coming of the tail had been bad enough, but having not just one but TWO limbs coming out of me at the same was simply way too much to take at once. I shut my eyes, the lids pressing so hard that they almost began to hurt as well, and I suddenly heard myself screaming in agony. The voice was almost unrecognisable to me, and I didn't even connect it to myself at first, almost thinking it was somebody else in the arena who was in pain. There were some overlaps when I listened more closely, but generally it had went down at least an octave, saturated with slight hints of roughness.
The wings were still coming however, which prompted my screams to go on. Elbow-like joints began to appear in my two new limbs, while tiny hands began to grow at the top of them. Their fingers wiggled in confusion, not sure yet what to do I could feel every single one of them. I tried to open my eyes for a moment, as the self-imposed pressure on my lids was getting too much, and I saw my hands clawing into the stone floor in desperation. I was clawing so hard that I almost felt cramps coming on inside my fingers. And promptly my grip became harder, because the fingers on my wingarms stretched themselves longer, raising my experience of pain by one more level. Thick scaly surfaces appeared between them, filling out the empty spaces for catching air so they could ride on it. They got longer and longer. There just seemed no end to it.
But then there it suddenly was. The waves ceased. Just a few remaining ones slipped through me here and there, performing some final barely noticeable touches to round off my new appearance. And then it was finally over.
===
Work with Letraset Markers on 13*18 cm paper
Hope you'll appreciate this one!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Dragon (Other)
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