Discord - To Become One -

Flying through the sky of this so called dystopian society, Qutil's wings would burn away at the very air that occupied the space around him. But, oh so gracefully would the male find himself above this school. It seemed like a very nice place to stop and play, so as his body turned slightly so that his legs were in front of him, his wings would slightly slow down so that his feet could gracefully touch the ground beneath him. As soon as his feet touched against the mulch, his wings would retract themselves as his feet pushed himself towards a swing. One he found to be appealing; low sitting but with a long chain that would seem to reach for the heavens for any normal, young child but Qutil was merely reminiscing in what it would of been like if he had a normal child's life. Once his rather large body sat itself in the bending rubber of the swing's seat, his weight would cause the integrity of the rubber to give out. And as he found himself on the ground beneath the swing set, his body would simply sit where he had landed. 

His body would grumble and the halo above his head would turn to a greenish yellow color as his past came back to him, smacking him in the face. Emotions of sadness would fill his mind as his body would change to fit the power of what one called the Plague. A new form for something he had known for far too long and with rage filling his mind, his body would change slightly to fit the chemistry of this power. A rotting disease known to only his body. 

Pushing off the ground where his ass once occupied, a piece of mulch that once attached itself to the creature fell off and found itself covered in a waste like substance. The substance was like no other as it began to consume the mulch. It was as if the disease that was being mass produced within this new form of Qutil was hungry, that it was looking for more and as a side-effect of this, Qutil would begin to radiate the area with a feeling like no other. A feeling of loss, a feeling of emptiness. And as the chaos was finally met by accurate eyes, Qutil would scan the area before easily noticing the glare of a being that stood still, a being that seemed to change. Like a sore thumb, this boy was standing still among what seemed like utter chaos and, that it surely  was. But that would not sever the feelings Qutil was feeling, and that was a feeling of emptiness but maybe this would be where he could fill this seemingly endless hole. Slowly moving through the crowd, those wtithin a 50 foot radius of him would begin to stop their fighting before going on their way. This was caused by the emotions his body was naturally oppressing against the minds of these...humans? At least that's what he saw them as and as they made way for him, the dragonic being would find himself about 45ft away from the one with a staring problem. "Hey buddy, got a problem?" He would speak, before his stomach began to grumble and grown. Within a mere second, his body would shift in to a stance where his hands protected his face and his right foot was placed behind his left one, but not before simple orange glows could be found glowing across his body and his joints.

As a result of the child feeling the change in emotions; the desire to fill a void and the feeling of emptiness, it had meant he had become infected with The Plague. A disease stated earlier that correlated with the emotional change that ate away at the very mental state and physical body of one that was infected. The difference between this so called ESPER and Qutil was the halo located above the monster's head. It was a regulator that allowed for the free flow and restriction of this disease that was created within this form. As such, it was still hungry and would begin to attack the boy's body, starting with his brain and if it was still around, travel down the central nervous system as a means to shut it down. But seeing as this effect was a radiating kind, it would also find itself multiplying around the boy and it's so called defenses. Only thing that might give the Plague some trouble was gaining it's way to the boy's physical body. At least the shell that one called skin. The brain itself was already touched, seeing as it had altered the feelings of the boy. The feelings that were stored within his mind-body. Slowly, the Unchained Beast would walk towards the boy, and as such, the radiating effect would become stronger seeing as the source was coming closer and closer. Now, it was time o feast, it was time to take control of the situation. His kingdom? What a joke that was for something that let his emotions change so easily. And it wouldn't matter if his emotions changed now, the disease was already attached to his mind's body. It was BONDED. Emotions should be controlled, especially from a ruler of a kingdom, but it seemed this ruler was nothing but a citizen looking upon a throne that was out of his reach.

Heat, heat was what built up in the joints and bones within the beast's body and once the disappearance of the Esper came to be, all points of where the glowing orange came from would slightly open up to let out the hot air. An air like that of steam would appear from different points all around his body. This was his way of engaging hand-to-hand and as such, he would showcase his speed and perception of such. With hearing like that of a bat's Qutil would shut all other steam access points other than the ones located above his eyes, to push the top of his head back, the ones located on both sides of where his bottom jaw connected, to push the lower part of his head back, and the ones located in the front of his shoulders, to push his frame back. This was to avoid the punches that were sent his way. Now, to dish out an attack while keeping his legs and hips on the ground as his opponent was sent missing a crucial attack while still flying through the air. Internally, as his body shut off some, but not all steam points, his abdominal muscles would contract before spewing out the acidic disease known as the Plague upwards and towards his opponent. Seeing as the making of this disease was stated before in at least one other post, it was a prepped attack (build up of acids and rotting properties through being showcased by the glowing green of his stomach), and a prepped shield was not put up, the attack should land, unless it was somehow dodged by a child in the air that would still be swinging his fist in the direction it originally was going in, seeing as the hand would still be travelling through the air due to missing it's target. 

Left behind, a scale that withheld the very essence of his curse was calling out for him to return, for him to phase through his frozen state and that he would do. As the curse itself was a separate entity, but still one connected to the mind, soul, and body of Qutil in many more ways than one, the curse would forcefully bring the beast to where the scale was left behind. At least, the one of many laying around the field. Each step, one would fall off and another would instantly replace the one before. Each having part or all of the curse. For now, the one located by the swings would have his very being disappear from where he was frozen and brought to the swings before the child's psionic body went to hit where he once stood. Which, in turn, would allow for the Plague to have direct contact with his psionic body and not to mention, the actual material that was froze, turned solid. It would eat the matter by chemically changing it to that of the Plague. Multiplying and multiplying, the substance controlled by the halo located above his head would glow and glow as the Plague itself began converting even the psionic body of the body. Seeing as direct contact was made. From here, Qutil's body would begin to change slightly. His halo seemed different and it was. It's color had changed to that of a Crimson Red and with this, blood seemed to drip from his eyes, a fire began to bellow from within his soul, and the field itself had become scorched as his wings unfolded from his back.