Damascus stepped away from the ice on the floor. His head swam- this young shifter's fear was coming off of him in waves, and the dragon seemed intent on capturing him. A loud roar escaped his jaw, and almost without thinking, he lunged at the dragon.
As he leapt, the feline roar gained volume and dropped several octaves. Damascus seamlessly shifted into a dragon himself- shifting, ebony scales and bright red eyes. He hardly registered the bone-deep ache in his joints, focusing instead on guarding the cat underneath the chair.
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