#dragon!form

The silent chameleon wondered just how they managed to get in here with him. He better make sure to check his domain next time he gets the chance. He reaches behind him with his tail to retrieve a small throw blanket. He catches it with his right hand and gently lets it drape over the other. He knows that he’s not really the warmest reptilian to curl up to and tried to give the other reassurance. 

The wingless cyborg dragon didn’t move or object to any of this, merely accepting it with silent gratitude despite making no sign of improvement. He noticed Espio’s attention seemed to be on him fully...

Poet was growing much stronger now. In a day or two, the fallen angel would be able to start teaching him how to hunt. In his small, draconic form, he smiled to himself. He was full of joy to know his furry companion was recovering...

The feline tyke gave a giant yawn, curling himself up into a tiny ball of fur. The blond, feathered dragon tilted his head slightly, then curled his slender form gently around him, tucking a wing over his fragile body.

“Rest easy. I’ll protect you...”

The black kitten began to purr, soft like a butterfly’s fluttering. He slowly drifted off to sleep. His purring and the warm sunshine threatened to lull Brennt, himself, into a state of comatose. The dragon refused, resting himself against his kitten’s lazy form, but fighting not to do anything more than shut his eyes...