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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At first, her vision was blurry. However, it quickly cleared up and sharpened far beyond anything she was used to. The fog surrounding her brain slowly dissipated, her daze from the explosion slowly reducing until Jules was able to think clearly again.
The reactor had been reduced to nothing but charred and smoking metal, no longer the glowing blue it had been previously. The room always had been tossed into disarray, all the windows broken and the steel door blown off it's hinges. Multiple groans of pain sounded outside the room, leading Jules to believe the explosion had done quite the number on the surrounding building as well.
Her nose suddenly twitched with the smoke, a surge of strong scents overwhelming her brain as she took everything in. Soot, burning plastic, copper wire and scorched aluminum, concrete dust, the sweat of the soldiers outside, Stark's faded cologne.
She could smell it all with clear detail.
The dazed girl shook her head, glancing down to the floor where she held herself up, surprised by the sight of long curved claws connected to a thickly muscled forearm covered in deep black scales instead of the skin, fingers and fingernails she had been expecting.
She blinked, realizing she could slightly see the end of her long muzzle in the center of her vision. Her body felt different, changed, and as she moved her head around Jules suspicions were confirmed.
She stood at a different, horizontal posture, a long tail extending out behind her that naturally kept her balanced while her neck moved in a way she'd never experienced. It was longer and more maneuverable, allowing her to look fully over her own shoulder and see the webbed spines running down the length of her spine. She felt her hands and arms had morphed to carry the huge wings folded into her sides as they stuck up alongside her body.
Everything felt unfamiliar, foreign even, as she moved. The slightest shift had her body and muscles moving in a way she'd never moved before in her human body. She felt her tail automatically twitch side to side as it kept her balances, her ribs expand with every breath and the utterly strange feeling of the secondary membrane closing over her eye as she blinked. It felt so strange her head shook as an automatic response, a low rumble of discomfort escaping her chest without thinking.
She tongue ran over her teeth and there were no longer those she's had forever, but sharpened daggers in unorganized rows on both the top and bottom jaw. The added weight on the back of her skull from the horns felt different, counterbalancing the longer muzzle as she moved her head around.
