Shifting while you have scales of stone is difficult. While those
scales are also camouflaged makes it awkward. And for the daemon
called Darreon, it was also terrible. Dormancy often hit him at
terrible times, and he never liked to stay dormant near somebody or
something, for fear of being drawn on with permanent marker (don't
ask). Now, as he awoke, he found himself groaning loudly and
complaining to the empty air. After a moment of hunched standing,
the daemon grabbed his guitar and straightened up, plucking a few
strings. He'd make this day positive yet...
The Crow shook his wings, causing them to stretch and grow. He
kicked off his shoes, revealing large yellow talons. "I'll fly you
there, of course!" Melody stared. "Okay, was not expecting that."
Kieran's eyes widened as the crow happily snatched him up in one
talon. The feeling made him feel like an owl's prey... but it was
what he had to go through to get back home. Thinking of Princeville
made Kieran realize how attached he'd grown to the town. This was
the first expedition out of town that he'd done that was over a
day, and he found he was already missing it.
The crow snatched up Melody in the other talon, and she yelped.
"Hey, this is my good sweater!" "AND AWAY WE GOOOO!" The crow
cheered, crashing through the roof and heading above the Labyrinth
towards the entrance.
After he stopped freaking out, Kieran had to admit that the view
was... actually quite nice. The sun was setting, making the sky a
lovely shade of orange. Speaking of which... he could transform
back into a human again! But one part of him told him to stay put.
He could wait until they were out... and he wouldn't have to show
any of the humans. He could avoid any of the awkwardness
altogether. After debating in his mind, he gave into that side of
him. He could wait.
The Zombie General looked up. "There they are! They're trying to
get away!" He pointed up, and one Zombie clumsily reached for a
crossbow, took aim, and fired at the crow.
The Crow laughed as if this was all a big joke. He flew a little
lower, and a little lower then pulled up higher. "STOP DOING THAT
YOU'RE MAKING ME SICK!" Melody snapped, before slapping a hand over
her mouth. Zombies were starting to climb the trees, waiting for
the stupid crow to get low enough.
It's always something to be in mid-leap when you spot something
dive bomb the forest with a crash comparable to the symbols on a
drum set. If the drum set were the size of a building, that is.
Landing, Darreon shifted his course and spread his wings, although
they would do nothing. The guitar he held was suddenly held
differently, as if it were and axe. Then it was. A large two handed
weapon erupted from the acoustic guitar, large and terrifying.
Heavy as it might seem, the daemon's course was not altered. He hit
the earth and looked around, the beast taking in the threat in an instant.
"Once we have control over all four elements, the Zombie King can
create a link and make it to this plane and began his reign! Ah, it
seems a soldier has found the little troublemakers."
“Great” he grinned, his lust for death and pure insanity slowly
eating into his mind, tensing his body “the little monsters...” he
grinned, inhaling slowly as his pupils dialated, the rainbow
colours spinning wildly, as insanity took over. He laughed
wickedly, his entire serpentine body thrashing “the souls I can
gain! He more souls I age, the more powers” he grinned, laughing
loudly, his pincers expanding widely, and shivering as he laughed,
blood leaking from his eyes and nostrils “I can smell their fear”
he grinned, panting slowly, angrily, monstrously
In all of two seconds, Darreon had identified his opponents,
determined which were the strongest, calculated how well his
payload could fight, and written three poems, a limerick, and two
sonnets about the scene. During battle, his mind went into
overdrive, splitting his attention perfectly. It also activated
several different types of adrenaline, each one specialized to a
different are a of his body. He seemed to nearly double in size,
the torn pants stretching and popping around his legs. Swinging his
mighty axe, he watched many a zombie fall, split in two.