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Sorey tenses up considerably when he hears - feels the vibration. It really did look like a switch, but he hadn't exactly known. After all, it's not as though he'd explored many ruins before! "I-I don't know!" A hand moves to Mikleo's shoulder, ready to act at any moment.

When the ruins go silent and still, Sorey looks around, blinking a bit. "... Huh. I wonder if that was a switch to somewhere, after all. Let's go take a look around, Mikleo!"

They had nothing to lose, right? All they had right now to go by was an old book -- one that didn't exactly have a solution to where they needed to go.

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He was still a little shaken up. Ruins moving around often made a lot of noise and possibly involved landslides, but usually he'd been able to prepare himself.

How can Sorey be so calm?

"Y-yes, but let's take care not to press anything that we see without preparing ourselves for it first." Mikleo didn't want to scold Sorey, seeing as this may have been a one-time-thing, but if something like this were to happen again, the two might not be as lucky.

Mikleo looked around the courtyard a little more. "Whatever moved couldn't have been far off from here. Do you want to check back in the direction we..."
His breath began falling short.
"We came fro..."
Mikleo's vision blurred.
"...m..."

He tried to focus on Sorey, but his vision seemed oblique. His focus went in and out in pace with the sudden pounding in his head. He brought his hand up to his head, and squinted his eyes, as if it would do any good. Everything was becoming extremely fuzzy, aside from an immersive light now shining from the back wall. He began seeing black circles in his peripheral vision, but the shapes of light shone through. The draconic writing in the back wall shone through Mikleo's vision as if it were glaring directly into him, and Mikleo began feeling a tingling sensation run up and down his spine that he'd not felt in a long time.

He shut his eyes, felt movement within his eye sockets, and he knew instantly that his irises were sharpening into slits. The tingling on his spine rose into his shoulder blades and spread down his arms into his hands. He felt his nailbeds shifting and growing, and he moved his hands from his head and fell to his knees.

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"Mikleo!"

It feels like near instinct, how Sorey reaches for Mikleo. Arm wraps around the other's shoulders, wanting to help him keep his balance. His heart was racing with both fear and confusion. What was... that about?!

Had something in the ruin done this? Could this possibly be a result of something he triggered?! His heart sinks at even the thought of it, eyes closing shut tightly for a moment before opening again, brows furrowing.

"Hey, hang in there! I'm here."

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Sudden pressure on his shoulders, though not the same pressure that was now running all over his skin. It feels like his flesh is hardening to stone, darkening and shifting into tiny overlapping flaps, and pointing themselves until they shimmered into sharp, even scales. From under his palms, he can feel horns developing, forcing themselves through his scalp and out his hair. He knows he will not bleed, but he doesn't imagine that the sight is very attractive.
He does not want Sorey to see.

He opens his mouth, and his voice catches in his throat before he manages to shout a warning.
"Sore-y!, back away, p...lease!" He lets out a cry immediately after. He can hear his own voice changing from its smooth tone to something more akin to a low growl. He closes his mouth and finds the space unfamiliar to his tongue, his teeth and tongue both now much longer than they had been seconds ago.

His flesh pulls and hardens over itself, and Mikleo hears the ripping of seams. The delicate sensitivity of his human form's skin is now stiffened, and he hardly feels his torn clothing slip off of him. He can only hope that Sorey has done as he asked. He's hunched over himself, but he prefers that Sorey does not see even his back nude before he is completely transformed.

He topples over completely onto his hands and knees, crouching as the final aspects of his transformation take over. The light from the wall is almost too much now, and he fears for a moment that he will go blind.
A long tail lashes out and into the air. His shoulder blades shift and he feels wind slide along skin and bone that had not been there before. His blood turns cold.

He screams one more time, his voice no longer resembling the boyish ring he'd become so used to. His cry fills the courtyard and echoes through the surrounding halls. It's beautiful, he thinks, to hear his voice again. He manages to pry his eyes open, and the light from the wall seems to explode into a mass of luminocity before fading completely. His eyes are left yellowed; thin irises of purple surrounded by gold with a thin black slit for a pupil in the center.

The sensations from trasformation fade, and Mikleo's muscles relax. This does nothing for his heart though. Even through his thick skin and scales, he can feel the muscle pounding. If a dragon could smile as widely as a human, his lips would be from ear to ear.