Seto dreams of things far more pleasant than the slashes across his body, the pain of scales being ripped and the teeth that had gouged at his neck before he had been able to rip open his adoptive father's neck open, enough to get away.
No. Not a father. Never a father. His pod leader.
But that was far away, replaced instead with something warmer. A tail twines around his, while a smaller dragonet bumps at his side and exhales a stream of bubbles happily. How long...how long has it been since Seto has smiled, really? He can't quite remember the tug of the facial muscles as he does it...but he does it anyway, because there, not so far from him and his baby brother are two familiar dragons. One with scales of white with light blue accents, an off-color for their breed. Her body was more slender too. Then...another. Larger, broader, with scales like the deepest trenches, an abyssal blue with deep purplish accenting.
Those dragons were home. Those scales meant family., and sometimes, when he was all alone, he ached for that. Dragons were communal creatures, after all. Seto had become something unusual, due to his treatment. He only kept close with his brother, but how he missed his family.
His tail swings back and forth to propel him forward, wings catching at the water and careening him even more quickly towards them. Yes. He was so close, if he could just...!!
There's a loud splash as he jerks awake, a growl emanating from his throat as he tries to figure out what's going on, where is he, why does half of him feel--
--fuck.
While he was unconscious, Seto had been submerged. And without realizing, his body had done what it does in the water, until his tail and hindquarters curled uncomfortably towards him, the former draped just outside the tub. His upper body was not fully transformed, but there's flecks of scales along his abdomen and flanks, as well as his arms.
"Stupid," he hisses, before trying to assert control over his form. It was harder, the way his lower body was scrunched in this ridiculous pool that was far too small for his body...but he manages to flip over, use what control he has to spread the transformation, until his body was...well, it wasn't normal, but the size of him fit in the tub better when he let the scales climb further up, let his ears grow into fins, and allowed his horns to breach through his hair. Fangs filled his mouth, and that was fine, he was used to that.
The tradeoff was that his legs became more slender, his tail still bulky, but smaller.
It's exhausting.
And he made a lot of noise and splashing and yeah, the floor is absolutely soaked. Too bad, human. This is your fault.
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No. Not a father. Never a father. His pod leader.
But that was far away, replaced instead with something warmer. A tail twines around his, while a smaller dragonet bumps at his side and exhales a stream of bubbles happily. How long...how long has it been since Seto has smiled, really? He can't quite remember the tug of the facial muscles as he does it...but he does it anyway, because there, not so far from him and his baby brother are two familiar dragons. One with scales of white with light blue accents, an off-color for their breed. Her body was more slender too. Then...another. Larger, broader, with scales like the deepest trenches, an abyssal blue with deep purplish accenting.
Those dragons were home. Those scales meant family., and sometimes, when he was all alone, he ached for that. Dragons were communal creatures, after all. Seto had become something unusual, due to his treatment. He only kept close with his brother, but how he missed his family.
His tail swings back and forth to propel him forward, wings catching at the water and careening him even more quickly towards them. Yes. He was so close, if he could just...!!
There's a loud splash as he jerks awake, a growl emanating from his throat as he tries to figure out what's going on, where is he, why does half of him feel--
--fuck.
While he was unconscious, Seto had been submerged. And without realizing, his body had done what it does in the water, until his tail and hindquarters curled uncomfortably towards him, the former draped just outside the tub. His upper body was not fully transformed, but there's flecks of scales along his abdomen and flanks, as well as his arms.
"Stupid," he hisses, before trying to assert control over his form. It was harder, the way his lower body was scrunched in this ridiculous pool that was far too small for his body...but he manages to flip over, use what control he has to spread the transformation, until his body was...well, it wasn't normal, but the size of him fit in the tub better when he let the scales climb further up, let his ears grow into fins, and allowed his horns to breach through his hair. Fangs filled his mouth, and that was fine, he was used to that.
The tradeoff was that his legs became more slender, his tail still bulky, but smaller.
It's exhausting.
And he made a lot of noise and splashing and yeah, the floor is absolutely soaked. Too bad, human. This is your fault.