He stood, dropping his book, his eyes a dangerous livid liquid red. No... he was loosing his temper. No. No. No nonononononono! And there went the clothing as copper-gold scales erupted from his skin, shredding his clothing. He stood there before her, livid red eyes, covered in what looked like antique scale mail armor. There was nothing showing that wouldn't be were he clothed in pants and shirt, but it was all scales that came out of his skin.
He stumbled back from her, growling. The problem was, he was trying to speak, but the rage choked him. He was loosing control. Rage... and because of it.. fear. He was about to kill again, he was about to kill her, and... he could not stop himself, could not stop the monster.....
(I'm so sorry for Tiamaris....)
He stood, dropping his book, his eyes a dangerous livid liquid red. No... he was loosing his temper. No. No. No nonononononono! And there went the clothing as copper-gold scales erupted from his skin, shredding his clothing. He stood there before her, livid red eyes, covered in what looked like antique scale mail armor. There was nothing showing that wouldn't be were he clothed in pants and shirt, but it was all scales that came out of his skin.
He stumbled back from her, growling. The problem was, he was trying to speak, but the rage choked him. He was loosing control. Rage... and because of it.. fear. He was about to kill again, he was about to kill her, and... he could not stop himself, could not stop the monster.....