Humans have always been storytellers. From the day they were able to write, humans have recoded stories and shared grand tales of creatures larger than life. Myths and legends explaining how the world was created, how humans came into existence or w...
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The sight was rather disturbing to watch. The room was torn to bits almost immediately, the cot having been overturned and sent flying into the glass with the mattress left to be shredded by the animal in a fit of rage before simply leaving it to burn.
"You really weren't exaggerating!" Stark laughed nervously, both men flinching back as the creature collided with the glass once more. It scattered off, circling the room widely to slam it's body into the walls. In the last few minutes, it had considerably calmed down but still frantically searched for an escape.
Steve saw it— no, Jules, was agitated. As it moved, the webbed spikes running the length of her back twitched as it moved, reminding Steve vividly of a rattlesnake. That was the first really opportunity Steve had to look at Jules' other form in greater detail given this time it wasn't trying to kill him. From behind the ballistic glass, Steve swayed uneasily on his feet as, for the first time, he noticed just how large she was.
If she stood with her head straight up, she could look a horse directly in the eyes. Not only that, but her body was longer than it was tall with the extended neck and tail that flared out into a larger, flat fin-like appendage that Steve couldn't help but compare to a horizonal stabilizer on a fighter plane.
The main body was rather deep-chested with a thinner mid-section. The shoulders and upper thighs were both absolutely covered in thick muscle, however, while the back legs looked more conventional with three heavily clawed toes on each foot, the fore limbs were long and had the digits stretched extremely long with deep crimson webbing between them stretching back to the ribs, much like the wings of a bat.
It was entirely covered in black scales from head to toe and while the skull was thickly lined with small horns, two sets of larger horns stuck out more prominently, the top set growing back further along her neck.
What Steve longed at the longest, however, was how Jules' eyes had turned a fiery orange, the pupil turning into a thin slice. Long gone were her honeyed eyes that looked at him with a such a warmth it had his heart racing, replaced with the cold and calculating gaze of a wild animal merely looking for its next meal.
The super-soldier watched on with a hand covering his mouth. He's gotten over the initial shock of nearly being roasted alive by his best friend, but observing her lose herself was perhaps more staggering for him to see. Howard stood beside him, totally bewildered as his eyes were glued to the glass as Jules once again threw her large body into the glass. They staggered back as a spiderwebs of cracks formed at the impact, Howard swearing under his breath.
