Page 7 of 7, a transformation sequence drawn by  Demyxia and inked by  FoulFrost

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"Okay," Kyrik huffed in a deep pant, his voice distorted by a growling thrum. "I think we're okay."

Aedrion cocked an eyeridge, twisting his neck around and then back ahead. There wasn't a soul besides themselves present, nor a single sound from anywhere around them except for the lingering melody of a tune played through the loudspeakers.

"Uuhrrr.. yeah, we're okay, but uh.. I think business around the mall is going to suffer for a few days."

Kyrik looked somewhat embarrassed, as Aedrion came up beside him, their heads reaching the ceiling with ease. Aedrion nuzzled in close, and gave Kyrik a warm, slick lap against his muzzle.

"Hey, it's cool. I bet you feel a lot better now!" Aedrion swung his tail back and forth behind him, knocking into chairs and tables he had failed to calculate for. The length of his deep blue tail swung around to reach for the finned tailtip of Kyrik, brushing them together in a blend of scaled color.

Kyrik was still somewhat in a haze, his mind catching up to the changes his body endured in such a short span of time. "Much.. much better," he grinned with a flash of fang.

"Good!" Aedrion lifted up his wings with a brief stretch, pulling some muscles to relax them. "RrrAAAAAAH yeah... okay.. so."

Kyrik cocked a brow with a curious tilt of his head, Aedrion shooting him a big grin with a waggle of his brows up and down.

"You wanna hit the food court?"