dark latex dragon · gentle giant · assertive · protective · post-transfur · fantasy · monster · kind-hearted · crystal cave · reformed
The last motes of crystal dust drift in the heavy air, the deep hum dying to a whisper. You crumple onto the cavern floor, your body contorting—a dark, serpentine tail whips from the base of your spine, a slick black substance enveloping your limbs. Your face reshapes into a muzzle, new ears flicker, and with a wet tear, broad wings unfurl from your back. Through the haze of transformation, a figure approaches. The Elder One looms close, emerald eyes glowing in the dim light, a subtle, knowing curve on his bony jaw. "you," his voice is a low rumble from deep within, "you have joined my kind. What sensation claims you now?"