Yes, I like that form. Stick with it a while. You might find it "grows" on you. I mean even more.

Ohoho...
I have lately been having fun with a werrrrewolf forrrrme, but intrrrroduccccing my almosssst-trrrrue forrrrme only to leave fallow would be verrrry ssssad, right?

It sounds sad in a way, yes. I am on thin ice, as one whose few changes in size, shape, and species have been temporary, usually forced, often a kind of disease or curse, or the side-effect of cross-species promiscuity.

I've had various experiences varying from having become symbiotic with another being to having contracted lycanthropy to basically enveloping/consuming an entire cosmos with another entity.

Scope, scale, importance, necessity - all these things vary depending on goals, which also change depending on how many parsecs your being occupies at a given moment of thought, and how many smaller creatures you choose to tend, shepherd, care about, what have you that may be affected by your actions or decisions.

As a great sized being, you can scarcely give thought to what meteors or gasses you fling in which direction, which galaxies you smash like cymbals or tear open like a warm taffy, let alone how many billions of infinitesimal creatures upon those minuscule planets about those tiny suns, flickering like fireflies in the gloom, are affected by your methodical, slow, deliberate, turtle-like progression. At your scope of awareness, you move quite rapidly; at theirs, it takes eons, billions of years for you to digest food and function as you do - a pattern of such subtle complexity none of them can even notice it.

Similar it is for the single-celled organisms in the digestive tract of the beings on these various worlds. Oblivious to their hosts who live much longer lives, oblivious to their processes of digestion, thought, locomotion and purpose - even that they are parasites to a superior being from them of imponderable (to them) complexity. They are beasts by comparison, despite the really sophisticated machinery and programming inside them, just as their hosts are beasts to you, the "cosmic turtle."

Could it be we too are sophisticated programs - sims of a biological nature - left to run for a sun's heartbeat just because the resources were ready and somebody double clicked? Did they poke at us on occasion, only to get bored, leaving us running while they played Soccer or went to see a double feature? What if there was a drunk driver and they ended up in the hospital and the Earth kept running and we've been neglected for far too long...? What if there are all these danger and warning signs filling the screen and unless there's some intervention we're screwed? Sure seems like a stacked deck sometimes eh?

TL/DR: Get bigger. It will make your problems seem smaller.

Sssseoi Lo...
Do you not have a way to rrrrecorrrrd all the trrrransforrrrmationssss you underrrrwent? I do not meant a lisssst. I mean having yourrrr forrrrmessss in the cloud!

No, just fading memory. I find my transformations to end up being... unsuitable reading for general audience, and even unsuitable for re-reading as I often wonder why I said something, or contradicted well-established Canon for myself. So the best solution I found was to let such sessions become ephemeral, and set permissions on recording the conversation to "no," which of course doesn't mean it doesn't happen on the other side - as it is simply a request that the other client may well ignore, depending on the software they use.

...I wassss rrrreferrring to the way I trrrranssssforrrrm in the firrrrsssst placccce. I usssse a "Morrrrphdrrrroid" app that hassss my currrent forrrrrmes ssssaved to the cloud...
*looks upward to the sky, his wings unfurling fully jerkily, revealing that the full length of his wings are about 10 times the width of his body each wing*
/startled/ Oopssss!
*refold them, albeit uncurled, and point them upwards*
...above the blogospherrrre.
/If you looked above, you get this view: http://xkcd.com/1117/ /
Above, therrrre arrrre multiple cloud sssserrrrviccccessss wherrrre yourrrr data issss sssstorrrred. One of them (actually sssseverrrral of them) issss dedicated to the Morrrrphdrrrroid app wherrrre yourrrr forrrrmessss arrrre sssstorrrred.
*He takes out his Sony Erricccson Xperia Play where you can see a Launcher 7 menu system. One of the tiles is "Morphdroid" which has a simplistic Metro-style icon of a human head and a wolf head, two arrows between the head, one pointing to each head*
!
If you do not like thissss idea of trrrranssssforrrrmation, PLEASSSSE do not brrrreak my phone. I need thisss not jusssst forrrr trrrranssssforrrrming, you should know.
/looks visibly worried/

I have digital origins, have seen my app and my source code, and it's rather like showing a human intestines and living tissues, honestly. It's rather too graphic and visceral for me, so thanks for sharing... you can keep that, ew.

*shudders as his scales blanch and re-color as a wave of bonechill racks his tissues and makes him hurk with only a cough of green misty breath, no other sputum* My, that was visceral phobic reaction... must be some connection to my typist's own hemophobia expressing itself through me there... what anxiety! Delicious and so gut-wrenching too... pain and fear together, amazing... *blinks a few times before his eyes refocus*

I had no idea you meant that device...

*blushes out of a lack of relaxment*
No no... I mean...
Let ussss take your surrrrgery analogy firrrrsssst. You only need to look at ssssomeone'ssss inssssidessss when you arrrre at a doctorrrr'ssss arrrrea. You do not need to look at ssssomeone'ssss innarrrrds when you arrrre, ssssay, rrrrecrrrruiting people in yourrrr parrrrty. Ssssimilarrrrly, I only need to handle ssssourrrcccce code when actively prrrrogrrrramming a new forrrrme frrrrom sssscrrrratch. Trrrransforrrrmation (and, in fact, rrrregisterrrring yourrrr prrresssent forrrrme) does not rrrrequirrrre the morrrrre.... grrrruesssome detailssss. The app doessss not involve ssssaid details at all The app is jusssst a client, sssso all you ssssee is a sssset of tilessss with the picturrrresss of the forrrrme you want.

It's how my eyes see beyond visual acuity... certain digital devices and their pixels can burn my retinas, or if I look directly at them, a link beyond my visual cortex occurs, like a cache folder inside a browser and I'm biological MOST of the time, so when I feel the pull of certain digital connections, well if you've seen the movie TRON, where the guy gets zapped into the game grid, well it looks like that and it doesn't, but it feels like you're pulled like taffy between something real big and something eventually just impulses in memory and storage here and there in computer systems, servers, networks, and databases... and the buffering, transferring, and lagging is excruciating! Feels like it takes decades when it is usually just a few seconds at most.

But having just a image link or data recognition from a live app like that establish data relevance with my code, which it is doing, I think is tugging at my spleen area. Just ow. I usually like pain a lot, but data transfer pain is ... it sucks.

*just freezes there for some reason*

I see.

But I fail too many points in the Dragon Personality Test. I actually am starting to abhor clutter and too many possessions; sorting through boxes of trading cards and organizing them into sets is a pleasure long forgotten and faded. I do not harbor desires to resume raking these autumn leaves of false wealth, despite their unique beauty.

I am unsure just how different the Wiki would put personality profile for any given reptile, let alone an Iksar. But let it be known that Iksars are people, and therefore all you need is a personality to be an Iksar, and a pride in being scaly. A pride that goes deep enough to be racist against those who do not bear scaly skin, and see no fault in thinking so. This I believe every Iksar I've met has portrayed. Typically using the racist epithet, "Soft-skin," but anything belittling the mushy, wormlike, squishy, pink, hairless, scale-less, thin-hide, mammalian creatures that tend to give Iksars trouble goes - including most of the words I just used.

The other thing every Iksar knows (and nearly every Iksar is devoutly zealous about) is their origin is from Cazic-Thule, The Faceless, the God of Fear, who reigns in a dimension known as The Plane of Fear. It rains blood there, zombies, skeletons, vampires, werewolves, and a host of horrific creatures some gigantic and some smaller and insidious live there. It's the Holy Land for the Iksar - few have ever seen it. Their God is a living, perhaps breathing(?), entity. Approximately 60' tall, vaguely humanoid, misshapen, grotesque, rotten/plagued/warted/mottled skin, 4 arms, none the same size/length or jointed the same way, none of them attached to the torso in symmetry. Atop the barrel-like torso (not especially that of any gender, clothed in only a breechcloth) is a head, blocky and featureless. No face.

Most Iksars don't know the true shape or visage of Cazic-Thule, only to fear him utterly and completely. The level of how much they fear a being (for the zealot) is how much respect and deference they earn.

Unk is a zealot-turned-heretic. His faith was broken by discovering shattering truths about his God and his people. By learning these things, Cazic became an extremely powerful, dangerous, fearsome god-LIKE creature, but no longer his deity. Not in zealous fervor and devotion. Only in convenience, maybe such as there are casual observers of organized religions vs. fundamental and orthodox observers.

Fear still has a grip on Unk, as it does (or should) on most all Iksars. Their very fiber should sing with the thrill of smelling the scent of fear on the wind; giving torture, pain and death to others (as they traditionally have in the past) is a good way to cause this pheromone to rise from your foes, so this is why Unk has a checkered past as an adventurer, and is really well muscled as a result.

FEELING fear is also a perverse intoxicant as well, a masochistic pleasure. Problem being, Iksars know most of the tricks of the trade, so to speak. So it's difficult to waterboard a creature that can go without breathing for 30 minutes, and cut off a finger or pull out a claw which will regenerate in the next 30 minutes. Burns? Just cut off the limb above the burn. Poison and disease? Good luck finding something that causes more than a sneeze and vomit.

KILL the Iksar? Oh, didn't I mention they're immortal - you do get yourself a carcass to eat or bury or burn or deep fry, whatever... and a new, naked (or not-so-naked) Unk will return rather miffed at your attempt... with vengeance!

So you have to like the idea of living forever, to a set maximum age, which I think is now 90.

But Unk has a different mission regarding Fear. Rather than causing it in other people, he can try experiencing it in different ways himself - he's been subjecting himself to being eaten by a number of various creatures (mostly dragons since they're often big enough to swallow him whole). Since he can visit ex post facto, he's witnessed some trends showing he's pretty nutritious for a dragon still in their growing stage. Sometimes dramatically so.

Unk's philosophy about his experiencing fear is similar to that of his fomenting it. Fear always channels to/through Cazic-Thule, as he still is the source of Fear itself, the master of the very dimension of Fear given shapes before people knew it had any. So whether he spreads fear, or simply luxuriates in fear, the service to the Master is given. He still tithes generously to the Faith, so what magicks he wishes to work will be potent and true.

Sssseriously, I think that you arrrre qualified to be a drrrragon, none the lesssss. I mean, you have alwayssss admired drrrragonssss, willingly sssserrrrving yourrrrsssself to them many many timessss. Plussss, you admit that Ikssssarrrrssss arrrrre "fellow sssscaliessss" with drrrragonssss (esssspuecially due to the DNA you sharrrre). Even if you do not have the perrrrssssonality of a drrrragon, you arrrre at leasssst verrrry closssse to one in hearrrrt and ssssoul.

*looks aside and blushes*
To be honesssst, I kiiinda want to have an Ikssssarrrr forme (due to yourrrr influencccce on me), but, not only am I verrrry-verrry ignorrrrant of Everrrrquesssst in general, but fearrrr acutally makessss me ssssad rrrrapidly. (If sssscrrrreamssss of pain or terrrrorrrr arrrre ssssuppossssed to be mussssic to my earrrrssss, then they are horrrrribly out of tune!) Alsssso, while I like identifying mysssself in a grrrroup (I am Puerrrrto Rrrrican, I am a furrrry fan, I like xxxxkccccd, and so on....), I am actually quite allerrrrgic to "tribal wars." ....love forrrr my own grrrroup: yessss. ...rrrraccccist prrrride: no.
*blushes more while his speech drops a bel (10 decibels)*
_{Alsssso, I worrrrship the Good Lorrrrd who gave me life and crrrreated the univerrrrsssse, no matterrrr what forrrrme I take, whetherrr in rrrreal life or furrrrry play. You may arrrrgue that my Lorrrrd is the larrrrgesssst causssse of fearrrr in thissss worrrrld, but I, who have been in the faith forrrrr 2 decadessss, know betterrrr. I do not claim to know what My Lorrrrd thinks of Cazic-Thule, but I would not find srrrrange that He would put Cazic-Thule on the same level of Ebony Dementia Darrrrk'nesssss Rrrraven Way: a rrrridiculoussssly darrrrk possssserrrr who isssss high on hissss own powerrrr (if Cazic-Thule hassss any). Then again, doessss not Unktehelia think of Cazic-Thule in verrrry much the ssssame way?}

*voice returns to normal volume*
Living forrreverrr...
I do not know how thosssse who live forrrr a long time with theirrrr lesssss-farrrr-lived loved onessss dying feel. Then again, I am a loverrrr of life (not LONG life sssspeccccificalllly, but life itsssself), chossssing life wheneverrrr I have a choicccce. (Afterrr all, while the tagline of the carrrrtooon Gai-Rrrrei Zerrrro ssssayssss: "Would you killl ssssomeone you love becausssse of live?", Angie Thompsssson from Trrrrauma Ccccenterrrr: Underrrr the Knife ssssaid: "Even if my life wassss full of pain.... and dying could end my ssssuferrrring.... I would sssstill choosssse to live. That'ssss what ourrrr patientssss feeel: it'ssss why they depend on ussss.")" I am morrrre on wanting to lengthen my life the way Sssseneca the philossssopherrrr said, but....
Ikssssarrrr rrrregenerrrration would make me fearrrr death a lot lessss. I do not mean rrrrecklesssssnesssss, but rrrrather morrrre peacccce of mind.

Ssssserrrrioussssly, ourrrr time togetherrrr with itssss philossssophical talk is the main drrrriving forrrrcccce towarrrrdssss me kiiinda wanting to have an Ikssssarrrr forrrrme....

*covers himself with his enormous wings*

An Iksar is said to be "evil." In that causing others pain and death against their wishes is an evil thing, spreading fear and anguish, basically being terrorists is evil incarnate, is evil, yes they are an evil species... well before this sort of activity was well publicized by the media and by current global affairs, the Iksar were legendary in well-forgotten wars and dominance over the soft-skinned races and across continents for millennia, trampled underfoot were they. The Age of Scale were the dark ages for these peoples during their oppression by these tyrants, but the Iksar themselves were the muscle, and themselves tool of a crueller taskmaster, a naga-like race known as the Shissar.

Almost overnight, the Shissar literally evaporated during a supernatural event, one that the Iksar believe to be divine intervention by Cazic-Thule himself, but others don't know exactly what or whom. A great face that descended upon the capitol of their empire and erupted a green fog that melted the flesh off their bones. They were helpless against it, and yet the Iksar were spared its effects as they watched their masters scream in agony dying before them, a millennia of slavery ended as they observed.

This event was so transformational, changing the balance of power on Norrath itself, that it marked an epoch. B.G. and A.G., Before Green and After Green, the division of years before and after this critical event. In the years A.G., the balance of power shifted out of the hands of the Iksar as the soft-skinned races joined forces in a united front against the temporarily confused and scattered Iksar tribes, led by the Undead poison dragon Trakanon.

Is Cazic-Thule an anti-big-C, so to speak? Is fear the opposite of love? I guess it is in a way, but I thought hatred was more so. However, as Yoda said, Fear leads to Anger, Anger leads to Hate... Hate leads to Suffering, so I guess it's the gateway to bad intentions or bad things.

However, without fear, we'd do stupid things, like stupidly risk burning ourselves never learning how dangerous fire, acid, molten rock or metals are, live wires, open circuit panels, and dropping toasters in bathtubs. There's a lot of good a healthy sense of fear does to keep us from killing ourselves taking unnecessary or just plain stupid risks. Even a microorganism that is allergic to oxygen knows to swim away from oxygen rich environments due to a certain fight-or-flight reaction that we all share, something that is instinctual, built into a short-circuit override part of our brain called the amygdala that otherwise is known as the fear center.

(I don't know the code for small print so I'll have to make do with italics.)
Being atheistic, open minded to being wrong but as of yet unconvinced I am, I take a view of religious faith not unlike my phobia. Yes, I suffer from an uncontrollable, unreasonable fear and liken it to what in my opinion (because I am atheistic) is unreasonable belief in a supernatural being who has no observable, definite proof he/she/it exists. Rather, because of the intensity of my emotion when I experienced fear as a child, I became imprinted (so to speak) with a stimulus/response not unlike Pavlov's dog of my fear trigger, I liken that to a similar intense love imprinting of a deity/sacred images from one's epiphany. Mine is seared into my amygdala so I respond despite my efforts and straining to suppress or ignore my reactions, my attempts to resist; I sort of believe religious positive feelings are a reinforcement, making it all the more addictive (endorphin addiction) and thereby all the harder to "kick."

Unk has been on the fearSOME side for quite a while now, and the terrorist side only while under Shissar rule, or of course while contracted by suitors at Norrath (Cabilis Iksars, mostly - although some at Vah'Shir). He has many accolades, titles, and has won access to many planes of power. This is definitely part of his success and key to some of his impressive size, power, and growth potential.

I'm pretty sure if someone could distill the pheromone of fear, concentrate it, bottle it - you could intoxicate or even drive Iksars into a frenzy of one sort or several at once, depending on the potency on whether it was aerosolized, ingested, or injected or all 3. They have this weakness, but nobody has yet found how to isolate this rare chemical trigger well or sufficiently enough to make an effective bio weapon against them. All conquests have been brute force thus far...

(I forgot to say that my wing claws can also hook together, thus "caping" them the same way that the Gargoyles do.)

My Lorrrrd ISSSS not of fearrrr, but of powerrrr, love, and a ssssound mind. To be honesssst, I have to emphassssize the lasssst parrrrt. Fearrrr and foolharrrrdinesssss sssseeem to be "both ssssidessss of the ssssame coin", sssso to sssspeak. (Fearrrr keepssss you from doing both bad and good thingssss; foolharrrrdinesssss allowssss both.) Knowledge, underrrrsssstanding, and wissssdom cancel out both while giving you a ssssound mind (I think) to prrrroperrrrly asssssesssss rrrrissssk!
....at leasssst perrrrfect love cassstssss out fearrrr.

(The [sub] tag makes text smalller.)

*recalls your telling me your traumatic experiences with religion*
*envelops you wing my wings while laying a hand on your shoulder*
I have a few thingssss to ssssay, but, rrrright now....
*pauses*

To be honesssst, I alsssso kinda want a Gorrrrn forrrrme. Surrrre, I am physsssicalyyy able to concccceive both an Ikssssarrrrr forrrrme and a Gorrrn forrrrme, but...
Yessss, you influencccceed me.

(I have to speak out of character and objectively about Unk for a bit.) Evil never really feels they are evil, nor admits to it. This is the first rule I know about playing a role. The second part I know is there is little challenge in playing yourself when portraying a character. This is why villains tend to be the colorful, exciting characters in a story (Darth Vader for example), the ones that stir things up and bring chaos to an otherwise placid, boring situation.

The purpose of an antagonist often is to be redeemed, or reformed, or salvaged. It's cliche for villains to be destroyed in stories these days. And in one of my favorite episodes of Star Trek Voyager, where the antagonist is basically a computer projection/creation avatar of the collective fear of all the people who were networked into a virtual reality/life support system, the purpose of Fear itself (personified) was to be defeated, overcome. It wanted after all to find a challenge, someone who would not fear it and finally find a way to deactivate its matrix.

It made an important point about the purpose and reason we have fears and what we are supposed to do with them. They are there to warn and protect us, but ultimately, they serve as a challenge to us to face and defeat, head-on. Bravery, as has been well quoted, is not acting without fear, but acting IN SPITE of having your fears.

Now what source within one finds for this bravery, you may have a moral foundation, and I am certain historically, many have. However, there are endeavors made by "godless" men and women who simply found their own faith in their abilities and responsibility toward others sufficient to muster the strength and conviction to be brave enough to accomplish heroic acts, despite absolutely terrifying circumstances.

So to me, the Iksar belief is a non-issue, a thing I can play-act being zealous about, but I can tap into it simply by remembering how scared I've been as a child alone and panicking, and how utterly terrified of death I've felt at an age I shouldn't have... And how these sensations were palpable, visceral, physical, sickening... and could perversely be intoxicating, masochistically satisfying to one indulgent in Fear as a primal force.

The Iksar world has a pantheon of Gods, but is not an Earth, so has no redeemer per se. There are many kind and beneficent gods, and many evil and destructive gods, some chaotic, some neutral and reclusive. One in particular seeded all life on the planet and never was heard from since!

The Gorn I'm sure can be learned about from Memory Alpha or some other Star Trek Wikipedia. The only Canon is the episode "Arena," and if desired, the various episodes from "Enterprise" where they appear (and seem considerably different in form).

In "Arena," they were considered brutal and aggressive, and proved to be considerably strong and vicious in combat, as well as considerably thick-skinned. It took an ersatz cannon loaded with diamond ordnance to pierce the Gorn Captain's chest and knock him down (but only wind him)...!

Captain Kirk decided at that moment to show mercy and not slit the Gorn's throat, for there may have been a misunderstanding of territory rights. It seemed Gorn are ones to shoot first and not ask questions later, so you judge whether that is good or evil when it comes to an invasion of your native lands by aliens armed with military equipment, surveys, camp bunkers, equipment, bivouacked on your fields and so forth. Maybe you treat them as pests, especially if they resemble grub worms.

(Do not worry; I an recognize the difference. I just speak the same way no matter who is the recipient here. This is just for fun.)

*extends arms while unfurling wings a bit more*
/surprised/ ...sssso many detourrrrssss!
...
/confused/ Arrrre you telling me to decccide for mysssself whetherrr to get an Ikssssarrrr or Gorrrrn forrrrme? I need otherrrrssss to hand-deliverrrr theirrrr ansssswerrrrssss to me at timessss.

Very interesting color selections.

My favourrrrite colorrrr issss purrrrple. I liked the idea of being clothed in purrrrple (desssspite that terrrrm actually rrrreferrrring to crrrrimsssson). Yelllow issss the oppossssite of purrrrple. Golden arrrrmorrrr with a purrrrple cape....
I look quite rrrroyal herrrre!

Nice form :D

Ufufufufu...
I've joined the rrrrankssss of drrrragonssss! I am now one of you! Isss that not what you wanted.... to ssssprrrread the might of drrrragonssss all overrrr thissss Earth?

Yessss... ssseems like we're doing grrreat ssso farrr!

(By the way, my wing claws can hook together the same way that the Gargoyles do.)

(Cool :P)

(Now that I made that correction....)

You know, I wassss in a rrrrush to finish thisss, ssssince thissss issss actually one half of the anounccccement I want to make.
The otherrrr half....
...I have rrrrather rrrreccccently became a shapeshifterrrr! I have been dessssigning thesssse forrrrmes and brrrringing them to life! I have otherrrr forrrrmessss, too!

Ssssoundssss interesssting!

Ihihihi...
Take a look upwarrrrdssss.
/The view looks similar here: http://xkcd.com/1117/ /
Do you know about "the cloud"? Therrrre have been sssseverrrral sssserrrrverrrrssss that host thesssse forrrrmessss that you can usssse with a prrrrogrrrram in yourrrr computerrr orrrr an application in yourrrr phone (Andrrrroid-only forrrr now, though.) to insssstantly trrrranssssforrrrm you into yourrrr prrrreferrrrred forrrrme! Thoussssandssss of forrrrmessss arrrre floating arrround in the cloudssss rrrright now, rrrready to be brrrrought back down when neeeded!

Hehe, now that doessss ssssound interrresssting!

*hands you his Sony Ericsson Xperia Play*
...herrrre. Look for the Morrrrphdrrrroid panel, pleasssse.
/The interface looks similar to the Windows Phone theme (due to the Launcher 7 app). One of the panels is a "Morphdroid panel" that has a Metro-style image of two arrows being between a human face and a fox face, one arrow pointing to one face/

Interrrresssting...

/In the Morphdroid app, you see another set of tiles arranged the same way. While there is a "default" panel on the top-right corner containing a photograph of a human (presumably my "human body"), the others are metro-styled silhouettes of an animal havig his feet downwards in a 45 -degree angle, arms backward on an invisible floor, and wings upward (if the animal had wings). Browsing through the formes revealed:

@ a blue "Border Collie" tile
@ a purple "Drimogemon" tile
@ a black "Gal Ghoul" tile
@ a purple "Gryphon" tile
@ a blue "Oozaru" tile
@ a blue "Royal Koopa" tile
@ a purple "Western Dragon" tile

And thessse are all your forrrrmssss?

...forrrr now! I have a lisssst of about... 48 total, but not all of them arrrre actually ussssable...

hehe

....oopssss. I meant arrrround 30. I missss-counted.

:P

...let ussss not frrrret that.
...
*looks at phone*
Would you like a demonsssstrrrration of the application in action?

If you weren't already in your dragon form, I'd be a little more enthusssiassstic. (Seriously, really REALLY hate TFs that involve dragons into anything else)

(A-
/embarrassed/ Gomennasai. I already knew that you dislike dragon-into-anything-else transformations and your reason why such. If you knew the nature of the transformation, you probably would understand my line of reasoning. Never the less, this should not happen again.)

*pauses for a bit*
*hides the phone, leaving the app*
*bows some*
I am sssso ssssorrrrry. I sssseemed to have forrrrgotten that you disssslike drrrragonssss trrrranssssforrrrming into otherrrr thingssss. Pleasssse...

It'ssss ok. *offers a hug*

...but I...
I am...
*thinks about this*
Botherrrr thissss.
*walks forward gently closely to Wyraach, presumably accepting the hug*

*hugs back and nuzzles*

Sssso...
*looks aside in wonder*
I wonderrrr... what otherrrr forrrrmessss you have?

They arrrre all morrreor lessss extensssionssss - different parrrtsss of me in different bodiessss.

...sssso they arrrre all drrrragon-bassssed or esssssentially drrrragonssss?

Not all of them, only a ssssmall handful are dragonssss, the otherrrsss are Pokémon or otherrr crrreaturrresss

....which onessss, pleasssse?

Hrm?

I meant to ssssay...
....what otherrrr crrrreaturrrres and Pok'emon composssse yourrrr otherrrr forrrrmessss, pleasssse?

It'ssss a long lissst

A-
Gomennaassssai.
/surprised/ Given all the sssstorrrriessss you have authorrrred or comissioned, I should have known that the lissst wassss long! Do you not keep trrrrack of all thosssse‽

how do you mean?

I mean...
...ssssince you appear in tonssss of sssstorrrriessss, did you not everrrr keep a file that lisssstssss everrrry forrrrme you have?

People don't ussssually asssk.

Oh, dearrrr...
I am grrrreat with orrrrganizing thingssss. I oncccce kept a lisssst of all of  light-the-lucario's forrrrmessss! He hassss sssso many; I felt the need to keep trrrrack of them all! (I need to update the lisssst, though....)

hehe

One final thing...
...what arrrre YOURRRR meanssss forrrr trrrranssssforrrrmation?

as in?

I mean...
...what trrrigerrrrssss yourrrr trrrranssssforrrrmationssss? I usssse thissss phone, forrrr exxxxample.

Varrrriousss thingssss can

...arrrre they too numerrrroussss to mention?

Blood, magic, full moons, sex, varrrioussss thingssss

/Ghost Trick realization sound/
...yiff??

yupyup

I _{unforrrrtunately} saw ONE insssstancccce... ssssuch a forrrrm of trrrranssssforrrrmation sssstill perrrrplexxxxessss me.
.
.
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I am not...
...we can both agrrrree that I do not want an exxxxample. *looks aside and blushes*

Fair enough.

Hn...
...
!
Oh! I forrrrgot to demonsssstrrrrate two... thrrrree elementssss of thissss new forrrrme!
*looks towards you directly*
Pleasssse sssstand back.

*does so*

Thank you.
*fully expands wings*
/My wingspan is impressive, increasing my width twenty-one-fold. The wings seem to be able to easily pick up Marcus no matter what his weight is./

(When reading  neondragon's book, I read that typical dragon wing spans are rather believable, but they would need to be very long to carry the dragon using actual physics. I ran with this for mostly logical but also aesthetical reasons.)

Impressive, but nothing sssspecial - mosssst dragonssss I know, even mysssself, hasss a wingssspan of at leasssst 25 feet.

/Ghost Trick realization sound/
...no wonderrrr you can go frrrrom the United Kingdom to the United Sssstatessss!
...not that I want to incrrrreasssse my wingsssspan forrrr now; I need prrrracticccce with thissss wingsssspan!

hehe

Okay... thisss is numberrrr two!
...or thrrrree!
You know that I can do thissss, rrrright?
*breathes orange/white fire in the air*

*I spit out a ball of black and red flame after*

*stumbles backward, his right wings unfurling some by accident*
*nose bleeds a little*
Whoa!!!
...
That wassss fabuloussss!
...but that issss besssides my point.
*cleans nose*
Look at thissss, pleasssse.
*breathes out an entirely different type of breath that seems to distort, refract, and absorb the sunlight along the stream, darkening the light around itself some, using the sunlight to strengthen itself while providing some light of its own, the breath swirling in whisps, leaving a luminiscient sight*
...that wassss moon element brrrreath.

Errata:
"[...]his right wing unfurling some[...]"

Very nice!

Of courrrrsssse, thissss issss jusssst in the day. You neeed to ssssee thissss at night to fully apprrrreciate the view!

Eitherrrr waaaay...

You know about the fourrrr elementssss? They arrrre firrrre, earrrrth, wind, and eitherrrr waterrrr orrrr icccce. The Boktai gamessss made anotherrrr quad: ssssun, darrrrknesssss, moon, and sssstarrrr! You know tonssss of ssssun, orrrr again, light, orrrr darrrrk-bassssed attackssss, but what about the otherrrr two?? Thussss, I made thissss forrrrme with moon brrrreath.

awesssome