[The girl's voice wasn't the first time someone called to Takame in a dream. And he doubted it would be the last. While the initial horror of waking up without his scales, horns or tail shook him, he had no time to be bewildered. Move, act, follow the next (order) step. No time to waste, this was not the Pendants. No... this was not even the First, there was no aether, let alone a lingering abundance of light.
Though a significant amount of time was wasted trying to find a sense of balance. He never realized how much he needed his tail until it was taken away from him. He took a tumble a few times, once into a dresser in the room he woke up in lined with framed... paintings? Eerily detailed paintings one of which fell back onto his head that showed his scale-less likeness beside a younger Hume man with brown hair.
With a shake of his head (and a clear forming bruise not even his bangs will hide) he forced himself back up when he heard someone's voice just outside the room.]
Who is there? [Said reaching to his hip for a sword blade he didn't have. A fact that made him growl to himself, but he didn't need that to deal with a petty intruder. Stepping slowly out of the room, frame dropped to have both fists ready, who does he see but that same man from the pictures.]
howdy son
Though a significant amount of time was wasted trying to find a sense of balance. He never realized how much he needed his tail until it was taken away from him. He took a tumble a few times, once into a dresser in the room he woke up in lined with framed... paintings? Eerily detailed paintings one of which fell back onto his head that showed his scale-less likeness beside a younger Hume man with brown hair.
With a shake of his head (and a clear forming bruise not even his bangs will hide) he forced himself back up when he heard someone's voice just outside the room.]
Who is there? [Said reaching to his hip for a sword blade he didn't have. A fact that made him growl to himself, but he didn't need that to deal with a petty intruder. Stepping slowly out of the room, frame dropped to have both fists ready, who does he see but that same man from the pictures.]
... You.