The world had ended and the old gods with it; and yet, why did he find himself afflicted with another curse upon him. Not only that, but he felt the same power he had come to loathe still burning his soul though its grip was different; familiar, but weaker. Who held them now without the old Queen? Was this left to his control? He didn't know, and he doubted he would find an answer shortly in this... place.
It's not Erion - not the old world, or the new flourishing realm he and Gwendolyn had been left to. There was life for one. He could sense it, and even see the distance town from this forest he found himself in despite night having fallen. His eyes had always been different, but this was new, even for him. All of this was, and he hated it. Black claws gouging the ground, the attached-but-folded wings to scaled arms opened slightly, and the growl he released was not human. The red-tipped tail whipping behind him did nothing to quell his anger either, but it make smoke curl from his fangs.
He was a dragon. Somehow, something or someone (not that he could see how), saw fit to curse him like this. Why? His tail lashing again, and he didn't feel himself whip the scroll that had appeared beside him. It rolled open as his growling got worse and his eyes turned red, the right glowing more than the red. The black scales heavily plating him seemed to writhe like flames as the roar finally echoed from his throat.
[Note - Scroll is on for the end half, but ponies probably heard him anyway. He'll burn out momentarily.]
[Scenario B]
Equestria? Ponyville? It was peaceful, but all too strange for Oswald. No, he came to the town once, but then returned to the place they call the Everfree Forest, feeling much more comfortable hidden in its shade. Though he still despised this form - even more after peering at his reflection, he found himself coming to using his new limbs easily. The wings attached to his arms and claws didn't hinder him as much as before, and his talons weren't kicking up as much dirt. It would take longer for flight to be so controlled however.
Claws clicked as he crossed from earth to stone, his dark form slipping into the cave that had previously been occupied by another. He found it some time after he come to this... world. It had been occupied, but the previous own had been expelled after a brief fight and chipping several of Oswald's scales. It didn't have to happen, but he only defended himself as expected. To the victor the spoils of course; a bed of gold and gems which he had no other use for except to sleep on them.
Considering he had been marching about for a few days without proper rest, the black dragon crept his way onto the treasure heap and flicked a few coins aside before laying down. There were still thing in this place he did not understand especially this 'friendship' being magic in this realm. If it meant returning to the place where he belongs and being human once more, he would have to find out.
Exhaling, he turned his head and slowly allowed his eyes to close, only for them to open a split second later. Pupils contracted and stared out, waiting to see who had decided to come this way.
[OOC: As it suggests, trespassing on his newly acquired cave.]
Oswald | Odin Sphere
The world had ended and the old gods with it; and yet, why did he find himself afflicted with another curse upon him. Not only that, but he felt the same power he had come to loathe still burning his soul though its grip was different; familiar, but weaker. Who held them now without the old Queen? Was this left to his control? He didn't know, and he doubted he would find an answer shortly in this... place.
It's not Erion - not the old world, or the new flourishing realm he and Gwendolyn had been left to. There was life for one. He could sense it, and even see the distance town from this forest he found himself in despite night having fallen. His eyes had always been different, but this was new, even for him. All of this was, and he hated it. Black claws gouging the ground, the attached-but-folded wings to scaled arms opened slightly, and the growl he released was not human. The red-tipped tail whipping behind him did nothing to quell his anger either, but it make smoke curl from his fangs.
He was a dragon. Somehow, something or someone (not that he could see how), saw fit to curse him like this. Why? His tail lashing again, and he didn't feel himself whip the scroll that had appeared beside him. It rolled open as his growling got worse and his eyes turned red, the right glowing more than the red. The black scales heavily plating him seemed to writhe like flames as the roar finally echoed from his throat.
[Note - Scroll is on for the end half, but ponies probably heard him anyway. He'll burn out momentarily.]
[Scenario B]
Equestria? Ponyville? It was peaceful, but all too strange for Oswald. No, he came to the town once, but then returned to the place they call the Everfree Forest, feeling much more comfortable hidden in its shade. Though he still despised this form - even more after peering at his reflection, he found himself coming to using his new limbs easily. The wings attached to his arms and claws didn't hinder him as much as before, and his talons weren't kicking up as much dirt. It would take longer for flight to be so controlled however.
Claws clicked as he crossed from earth to stone, his dark form slipping into the cave that had previously been occupied by another. He found it some time after he come to this... world. It had been occupied, but the previous own had been expelled after a brief fight and chipping several of Oswald's scales. It didn't have to happen, but he only defended himself as expected. To the victor the spoils of course; a bed of gold and gems which he had no other use for except to sleep on them.
Considering he had been marching about for a few days without proper rest, the black dragon crept his way onto the treasure heap and flicked a few coins aside before laying down. There were still thing in this place he did not understand especially this 'friendship' being magic in this realm. If it meant returning to the place where he belongs and being human once more, he would have to find out.
Exhaling, he turned his head and slowly allowed his eyes to close, only for them to open a split second later. Pupils contracted and stared out, waiting to see who had decided to come this way.
[OOC: As it suggests, trespassing on his newly acquired cave.]