It happens when you find yourself awake. Eyes fluttering open and closed in the darkness, with only vague shapes barely visible through the water. You're swimming, floating in warmth and letting it all wash over you. Letting it wash through your body and leave you... new.
As your mind adjusts, you find a sense of uncomfortable pressure, a filling of your lungs and a wall at your back. It's cramped, and you surge to push out against it, grasping at unfamiliar sinews and muscles, pushing them against that wall, until it crumbles.
With a crash, the darkness falls away, and the light stings your eyes back into closing. The warm water washes you onto the cold floor and clings to you, heavy and alien as unfamiliar sensations are tugged by the weight of gravity. Gravity pulling your head and neck the wrong way, so you tug at new muscles and sinews to twist, to lay on your belly.
New sounds, waterlogged but clear, vibrate through the air, catching your attention. You try to open your eyes, the lights now dim, yet cold and unnatural. As they slowly start to adjust, you blink, and expel the liquid that cooled your throat. You breathe in deep the first breath of air these lungs have ever held. The warmth that once flowed in the waters around you was now an ember of fire in your chest, giving off its own warmth, flowing through your body and giving you life and energy. As it pushes its way through those new bones, you push up from the cold floor, craning your neck at impossible angles to look at yourself, to give visual picture to the impossible sensations that now assault your brain with feedback. You see the weight on your back as two fledgling wings, not yet strong enough to carry you anywhere, hanging down upon the wet floor. You see the claws that you're standing on, 4 sharp instruments at the end of each limb, flexing softly to test the new sensations. You see the scales, shimmering softly inside the light, and you know each scale as a small part that contributes to the comfort you feel. The safety that you feel. You feel your tail before you see it, its long, flexible extension of you cautiously exploring the wet insides of your shattered egg.
Then, the recognition sets in. You were in an egg, you broke free. You hatched. There is no panic as your mind adjusts to what it knows is correct, what it feels in every muscle, in every scale, and in each wingtip. A dragon. You recognize this form on a deep, emotional level. You're now a dragon. As the recognition flares through your barely conscious mind, a chill of cold air surrounds you, prompting you to flare the fire in your chest and wrap your wings around your new form to preserve heat. Tail coiled around to create a tight seal of warm comfort that protects you from the elements outside. As the unnatural light dims to black, every instinct in your body tells you to sleep. It's not a hard instinct to follow either, it's beckoning like a forgotten voice, softly adding weight to your eyelids until they close, letting you sleep under the warm wings of a dragon's flame.
It happens when you find yourself awake. Eyes fluttering open and closed in the darkness, with only vague shapes barely visible through the water. You're swimming, floating in warmth and letting it all wash over you. Letting it wash through your body and leave you... new.
As your mind adjusts, you find a sense of uncomfortable pressure, a filling of your lungs and a wall at your back. It's cramped, and you surge to push out against it, grasping at unfamiliar sinews and muscles, pushing them against that wall, until it crumbles.
With a crash, the darkness falls away, and the light stings your eyes back into closing. The warm water washes you onto the cold floor and clings to you, heavy and alien as unfamiliar sensations are tugged by the weight of gravity. Gravity pulling your head and neck the wrong way, so you tug at new muscles and sinews to twist, to lay on your belly.
New sounds, waterlogged but clear, vibrate through the air, catching your attention. You try to open your eyes, the lights now dim, yet cold and unnatural. As they slowly start to adjust, you blink, and expel the liquid that cooled your throat. You breathe in deep the first breath of air these lungs have ever held. The warmth that once flowed in the waters around you was now an ember of fire in your chest, giving off its own warmth, flowing through your body and giving you life and energy. As it pushes its way through those new bones, you push up from the cold floor, craning your neck at impossible angles to look at yourself, to give visual picture to the impossible sensations that now assault your brain with feedback. You see the weight on your back as two fledgling wings, not yet strong enough to carry you anywhere, hanging down upon the wet floor. You see the claws that you're standing on, 4 sharp instruments at the end of each limb, flexing softly to test the new sensations. You see the scales, shimmering softly inside the light, and you know each scale as a small part that contributes to the comfort you feel. The safety that you feel. You feel your tail before you see it, its long, flexible extension of you cautiously exploring the wet insides of your shattered egg.
Then, the recognition sets in. You were in an egg, you broke free. You hatched. There is no panic as your mind adjusts to what it knows is correct, what it feels in every muscle, in every scale, and in each wingtip. A dragon. You recognize this form on a deep, emotional level. You're now a dragon. As the recognition flares through your barely conscious mind, a chill of cold air surrounds you, prompting you to flare the fire in your chest and wrap your wings around your new form to preserve heat. Tail coiled around to create a tight seal of warm comfort that protects you from the elements outside. As the unnatural light dims to black, every instinct in your body tells you to sleep. It's not a hard instinct to follow either, it's beckoning like a forgotten voice, softly adding weight to your eyelids until they close, letting you sleep under the warm wings of a dragon's flame.
This is awesome.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Well, since you all askes so nicely, I'll get on that. As usual, it's gonna be just me writing down whatever pops into my head with little forethought.
I’m good. Looking forward to playing D&D tomorrow. What about you?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Hi!
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Hello
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
How are you?
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It happens when you find yourself awake. Eyes fluttering open and closed in the darkness, with only vague shapes barely visible through the water. You're swimming, floating in warmth and letting it all wash over you. Letting it wash through your body and leave you... new.
As your mind adjusts, you find a sense of uncomfortable pressure, a filling of your lungs and a wall at your back. It's cramped, and you surge to push out against it, grasping at unfamiliar sinews and muscles, pushing them against that wall, until it crumbles.
With a crash, the darkness falls away, and the light stings your eyes back into closing. The warm water washes you onto the cold floor and clings to you, heavy and alien as unfamiliar sensations are tugged by the weight of gravity. Gravity pulling your head and neck the wrong way, so you tug at new muscles and sinews to twist, to lay on your belly.
New sounds, waterlogged but clear, vibrate through the air, catching your attention. You try to open your eyes, the lights now dim, yet cold and unnatural. As they slowly start to adjust, you blink, and expel the liquid that cooled your throat. You breathe in deep the first breath of air these lungs have ever held. The warmth that once flowed in the waters around you was now an ember of fire in your chest, giving off its own warmth, flowing through your body and giving you life and energy. As it pushes its way through those new bones, you push up from the cold floor, craning your neck at impossible angles to look at yourself, to give visual picture to the impossible sensations that now assault your brain with feedback. You see the weight on your back as two fledgling wings, not yet strong enough to carry you anywhere, hanging down upon the wet floor. You see the claws that you're standing on, 4 sharp instruments at the end of each limb, flexing softly to test the new sensations. You see the scales, shimmering softly inside the light, and you know each scale as a small part that contributes to the comfort you feel. The safety that you feel. You feel your tail before you see it, its long, flexible extension of you cautiously exploring the wet insides of your shattered egg.
Then, the recognition sets in. You were in an egg, you broke free. You hatched. There is no panic as your mind adjusts to what it knows is correct, what it feels in every muscle, in every scale, and in each wingtip. A dragon. You recognize this form on a deep, emotional level. You're now a dragon. As the recognition flares through your barely conscious mind, a chill of cold air surrounds you, prompting you to flare the fire in your chest and wrap your wings around your new form to preserve heat. Tail coiled around to create a tight seal of warm comfort that protects you from the elements outside. As the unnatural light dims to black, every instinct in your body tells you to sleep. It's not a hard instinct to follow either, it's beckoning like a forgotten voice, softly adding weight to your eyelids until they close, letting you sleep under the warm wings of a dragon's flame.
Hi Dutch! I’m good. How are you?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
This is awesome.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Also good, just seen another weird coincidence and it's weirding me out. But it happens all the time
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
I didn't write it, I just wanted to share it here.
Dang, I was gonna do some writing here but now it's gonna be outshined...
Anyways, good morning.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Morning!
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Do it anyway
I am also here.
Am snek.
Yes please
Bumbershoot
- Umbrella - Extended Signiature
Blue Tree Of Sheltering - Title bestowed by DrummerboyDragonSlayer
Extended Signature
I’d love to read your writing Baalz
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
SAme!
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
I PMed you Dutch. Everything ok?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Well, since you all askes so nicely, I'll get on that. As usual, it's gonna be just me writing down whatever pops into my head with little forethought.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Baalze! *wraps wings around you in a passionate hug*
Ok, but very weird
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Gtg for now guys. See you later.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).