#wearedancer

(Had to read a little bit about fusion at first, but now I think I’m good)Damakos gracefully leaps and bounds towards Gisela, staking his rightful claim on his name and holding it clear for the world to see. His movements are elegant, and he twirls in circles that slowly close around Gisela. Gisela’s movements are much less elegant, more of a formality than something that springs from her naturally. 

She patiently waits in the center of Damakos’ circle for her partner, clasping his hand when he is close enough and pulling him in, finally extending both of their hands forward and pressing into each other. They both turn into glowing shapes of a deep burgundy before their form melds and lengthens.

The resulting mix is long-limbed and supple, taking Damakos’ grace and elegance but infusing it with Gisela’s precise, forceful movements. It proudly displays both of their abyssal heritages, horns and a wild mass of red hair sprouting from their head, and scaled red skin covers them, protecting them from blows. Gisela’s pistols remain in their holsters along with most of her armor, but Damakos’ scarf remains tied around their neck. Spikes have grown along their forearms, however, that seem to naturally be able to fly off and be used as throwing knives. ( @we-aredancer)

Walking in, the hellkin admired the citrusy grandeur. “Hohh. Impressive what two ruling lemons can do on their own.” He finally reaches the banquet hall, and bows to the Earls. “A pleasure to meet you, Earls Lemongrab. My name is Damakos, I am here to perform for your dinner party.”

While some of the decor might have been impressive, everything else was rather lack luster. The castle itself looked like it was in need of repair. 

Two of the lemon children were chasing each other around and laughing. While the other two were just standing there, staring at the hellkin. They were all dressed in their cute party attire.  

The first Earl cleared his throat in a obnoxious manner before greeting Damakos. “Yes. Good. Welcome to our...children’s birthday party! I hope you have plenty of entertaining thiiinnngss...prepared for us!” 

The “guards” that the tiefling spoke to, were actually the Earl’s mounts. The lemon camel, and lemon pegasus. They stared at the stranger with blank expressions, then went back to grazing the grass.