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[There is a very loud sound shattering the relative peace and quiet of the dressing room. It's a sound caught somewhere between a pained wail, and an angry howl - a death call, if you will. Immediately following it is a second equally loud sound - the sound of something very large crashing into the earth.
The dust is starting to settle in the nearest springtime courtyard around a mound that certainly had not been there two minutes ago. Said mound, for the moment, is deathly still. Whatever it is, it fell from pretty high up there.
And in that moment, the strangest thing is happening around the courtyard: the grass and trees are rapidly beginning to age and wither, and the pond is quickly drying up. It's almost as though someone has put this particular courtyard on fast-foward, and it's changing and evolving from a lush meadow to a barren desert. The good thing is, it's not terribly hot. Dry, but not hot. Yet.
Breaking the silence is a low, serpent-like hiss, followed by a weak growl. The mound in the center of the courtyard shifts slightly, curling over itself before it erupts into a cloud of dust and sand, leaving a Lavi clad in a thick robe. He sways on his feet, arms clutching himself before he drops to his knees and then falls over.
Talk about a rough awakening in the Dressing Room, no?]
[[Lavi of the Bronze Dragonflight because Mun is too lazy to type the pertinent info up just yet. All you really need to know right now is that he shifts between two forms. And right now, his natural form is pretty banged up Dx]]
The dust is starting to settle in the nearest springtime courtyard around a mound that certainly had not been there two minutes ago. Said mound, for the moment, is deathly still. Whatever it is, it fell from pretty high up there.
And in that moment, the strangest thing is happening around the courtyard: the grass and trees are rapidly beginning to age and wither, and the pond is quickly drying up. It's almost as though someone has put this particular courtyard on fast-foward, and it's changing and evolving from a lush meadow to a barren desert. The good thing is, it's not terribly hot. Dry, but not hot. Yet.
Breaking the silence is a low, serpent-like hiss, followed by a weak growl. The mound in the center of the courtyard shifts slightly, curling over itself before it erupts into a cloud of dust and sand, leaving a Lavi clad in a thick robe. He sways on his feet, arms clutching himself before he drops to his knees and then falls over.
Talk about a rough awakening in the Dressing Room, no?]
[[Lavi of the Bronze Dragonflight because Mun is too lazy to type the pertinent info up just yet. All you really need to know right now is that he shifts between two forms. And right now, his natural form is pretty banged up Dx]]