Feed, Feed, Feed! x2 [OPEN]

[Shinzy of the Mists]

x2 Partial Transformation
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A basic technique that allows the user to transform a limb or more under the effect of the Protean blood.
Special: ---
Drawback: May be learned 7 times. (2) Legs, (2) Arms, (Torso) Front, (Torso) Back, Head
Description: This technique allows the user to transform a limb using the effects of the Protean blood that resides within them. This is simply a "prerequisite" technique. When first learned the user may only transform 1 limb (arm or a leg). Each time learned the user may transform an additional limb. Example: If the user knows this technique twice, they may transform 1 arm into a Shield, and the other into a Blade, or both into Shields as long as the user knows the required techniques. It takes "C" rank worth of Handseals in time to transform individual limbs.
Limit: Must be a Protean.

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Nihogg grinned as several skeletal figures fled from him. The undead were wise to run from a dragon-in-training. Growling, he continued chewing as a series of harsh crunching sounds escaped his lips. One of the slower skeletal warriors had been swallowed whole and turned into a snack for his draconic blood. His throat, essentially turning into a blender, ground the supernatural bones into dust.

This dust then pooled in his stomach, before being drained away and absorbed into his blood near instantly. The taste of undead was foul. However, the hint of magic the bones were marinated in more than made up for that. Adding the power to his own reserves, his body began to shift and change. Once mere skin, the flesh of his right arm began to shift and change.

Slowly, spiked protrusions began to bleed out from Nidhogg’s right arm. These spikes then folded over, revealing themselves to be thick black scales. The overall outline of his arm remained the same, yet thanks to his draconic blood, he was granted his first set of scales along the entirety of his arm. How much further along the path of the dragon could he travel by devouring the cretin?

“Feed me, for I hunger!” He bellowed wildly – now more akin to a hungry beast than a 'dragon'.

[Real Folk Blues]

Vento di rigenerazione (Wind of Regeneration)
Rank: “C”, [b“B”[/b], “A”
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: A technique that allows the user to generate lost limbs.
Special: Must be in Wind Form.
Drawback: Cannot do anything else whilst regenerating
Description: As a Scirocco it can happen occasionally that limbs are amputated either voluntarily or involuntarily. Luckily the Scirocco have found a way to regenerate their lost limbs. It only works in wind form, the user searches a quiet spot and create a small vacuum around their core, sucking nearby air towards the very centre of the Scirocco’s being. The new air is being infused with the users chakra and made a new part of the Scirocco in order to substitute for what was lost over the course of one turn. When the C-ranked version is learned the user is able to regenerate one limb at a time. With the B-ranked version the user is able to regenerate up to two limbs at a time. The A-ranked version allows the user to repair severe damage, repairing lost torso’s, heads, or even half a body. The regeneration process is a very delicate one, if the user is disturbed the technique immediately cancels and the user takes damage equal in rank to the rank of this technique he or she was using, tearing at the user from within.
Limit: Must be a Scirocco. Must know Wind Form

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Floating on the winds from Ame Tuva had found the city didn't appreciate her special brand of... tinkering. In the process of her being removed from office some attackers had ambushed her and left her sans one arm. It was a clear and clean cut. Didn't hurt much but regrowing it was going to be a bitch. From it's cute the faint look of mist and air was wisping off the end of her arm like smoke in a light breeze, her natural regeneration.

In turn what happened below had her just as rapt. Skeletons. Fleeing. In her wonderment of seeing such a rare moment she bee-lined for the ground and landed, immediately bumping into a fleeing bag of bones. The jarring sensation reminded her she needed to focus on her arm but with all these silent Halloween props running around she was kind of enamored! "Hey! Wait! What's back there!" No one spoke but mostly because they were undead, bumping into her thoughtlessly while she held her stump arm and trying to force her chakra to spill out through this new hole in her system to accelerate the healing. Nothing.

Then a bellow came. Hunger and need. Bright eyed she sprinted his way at a full speed and what stood before her made her eyes sparkle. What. Is. Thaaaaaaat?" To no one she spoke but her attention was off the chakra and her arm slowed it' regeneration, a sluggish tug of weak aura that made cringe in pain and pull her back in the moment. Gripping her mostly missing arm she jumped high. "Hi! Hi! Mr. Monster, over here!' She was back in the moment, waving her arms frantically then remembering.... she only had one of them. Whoops.

[Shinzy of the Mists]

2. Nidhogg’s eyes flashed red as something descended from the heavens to crash into his fleeing meals. Was it another predator? “Begone! These bone puppets are mine to devour alone!” He spoke with authority and confidence. Muscles bulged and wild blue hair flowed all the way from the top of his head to his lower back like a stream of supernatural fire. Not just physically imposing - he was absolutely terrifying. Especially as more scales rippled out from his right arm.

“Monster? Heh. No, my dear snack. I am a Dragon! A True-Blood!” He said as he extended his muscular arms out wide to allow the draconic blood to flow freely. It almost looked as if black wings of dread were preparing to burst out from his back to complete the scene. Almost. In reality, as Nidhogg remained in his pose, his metabolism seemed to slow. The Chakra- the magic contained within the digesting bones seemed to fizzle out.

Inelegantly and quite suddenly, Nidhogg’s belly tripled in size and spilled out from underneath his shirt. A grumble then roared from the now overweight man as his muscular shape faded to reveal the outline of an overweight man. “Out of energy already…” He sighed as his thick arms collapsed around his large belly. The scales, once proud and pristine, seemed to grow wonky before retreating back into his skin. Was anything beyond one limb at a time impossible for him?

[Real Folk Blues]

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What followed was worthy of the stock still and blank stare worthy action of a man reverting before her eyes. She could feel the arm lengthening, attempting to really spout from the wound shed received but like it was just stuck on itself. Sticky sinew or something but seeing as she was made of wind.. wind didn't feel sticky really. Such a strange sensation to feel. She watched him revert to a potbelly and a pouty look of despair that his amazing transformation had fallen short. Looking at him for several moments of silence Tuva just... started walking towards him, funneling her chakra system in a re-route to increase its flow on her right side.


A long slow walk. She wasn't threatening by any means what with her head of red hair and bland looking eyes. Goofier with her missing arm she was massaging as it's phantom pains kept her mind twist over and over in an don itself wildly. What a strange, strange man this was right here. Who did such silly things anymore? Extended her missing arm she tried to meet his gaze and just shook her head. "At least you have both your arms, right? I lost mine in a hatemob back home because I was scratching extra lines in the headbands. Wild, right? Such a silly reason to get upset and yet here we are."

Without warning there was a little *Pop!* and her arm was back up to the wrist and palm, fingers missing though they were clearly sticking just barely out of her palm like baby carrots "Well that's juuuuuust embarrassing now isn't it? Haha!" Her hand was tingling she was flooding it with so much chakra and yet nothing came of it. Just a weird sensation of pinpricks like it was falling asleep on her. Frustrating she extended her palms GLOWING with chakra and smiled sheepishly. "You uh... you mind giving me a hand here?" No. No puns inten-- "Pull my fingers for me." There we go.

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Nidhogg
+30/Technique: "x2 Partial Transformation" Learned

Tuva
+40

[Shinzy of the Mists]

x3 Partial Transformation
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A basic technique that allows the user to transform a limb or more under the effect of the Protean blood.
Special: ---
Drawback: May be learned 7 times. (2) Legs, (2) Arms, (Torso) Front, (Torso) Back, Head
Description: This technique allows the user to transform a limb using the effects of the Protean blood that resides within them. This is simply a "prerequisite" technique. When first learned the user may only transform 1 limb (arm or a leg). Each time learned the user may transform an additional limb. Example: If the user knows this technique twice, they may transform 1 arm into a Shield, and the other into a Blade, or both into Shields as long as the user knows the required techniques. It takes "C" rank worth of Handseals in time to transform individual limbs.
Limit: Must be a Protean.

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Nidhogg cursed at his own weakness as he struggled to maintain his ‘draconic’ form. Eyes still flashing red, two vertical black slits fixed onto the newcomer’s form as she approached. Did she not fear him? What manner of demon was she? Nervous, Nidhogg flared his ‘magic’. Warmth emanated from his chest as the energy pooled within the entirety of his core. Slimming, the giant overflowing gut seemed to fade away to reveal the outline of abs once more against the folds of his shirt.

Furthermore, cloth and tanned skin seemed to vanish as black pigments appeared to rip through the fabric of his shirt. Spikes – more spikes. For a moment, he looked like some sort of weird cactus creature. At least, until the spikes finally folded downwards and layered over themselves to form a defensive coating of scales. Pitch-black scales as dark as coal. Rather proud of himself, he raised his chest and grinned before slapping the now hardened belly.

“Your arm is missing? I hadn’t noticed. Are humans meant to have two? Insolence! Only Dragons should have two arms.”

Making a mental note to go an arm decapitating rampage later, Nidhogg watched as the woman’s arm slowly began to regrow. She was either a vegetable, or… “Dragon! You have Dragon blood in you!” Dancing from foot to foot, Nidhogg approached the lady. The excitement of meeting one of his brood seemed to cause black scales to flare along both his arms. “Do not be ashamed. It takes time to regrow limbs and make scales appear. Just look at me – the great Nidhogg. Even I struggle at times.” With a solemn expression possessing his features, the dragonkin cautiously reached for one of the lady’s fingers and tugged. He wondered if he could pull one off if he tried.

[Real Folk Blues]

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Was not put off by this one's appearance but she was certainly stuck. Like toddler fingers she wiggled her fingers about and had even tried pulling them on her own but to no avail. They were stuck! "Nnnhh! MMHHNN!!!" Stuck. Turbulence roiled around within her body, violent winds, crazy storms of micro violence but on the outside she was just a girl trying to soak the chakra she wept out into her pseudo-skeletal system and gain some leverage in getting her finger free! There was a budge but not much. It felt like the poor excuse of a 'skeletal' system she had was just not regrowing as fast as she might have hoped.

"Niddhog huh? Never herd of ya. I'm from Rain though so I am not surprised." ,Tiny hand extended she pulled when he pulled, a singular finger sort of extended and the joint letting off a short pop of pressure being released that made her shriek. "OH! Well.. that felt pretty nice." Just the knuckle popping. Regrowing was a much more complex procedure than she figured. The ind being created, processed, infused with chakra and then fed back through her body.

When he tugged she grunted, much stronger than she and putting her off balance but she dug her heels in and pulled back. t came loose and she was gleeful! "Another, another!" Another finger, another tug, an uncomfortable pressure released and her palm slimming down as her stuck fingers came free slowly. The last one was stubborn. Her common used pointer finger. Brand new and with none of the usual wear it was used to made the structure blocky and stuck. Together she pulled against him and.. slipped! "Woah!" On her butt she went and she dizzily held her hand up.. finger gone. "Well the---" then it popped up like nothing was wrong."OH! Much better~" The other in his hand went limp then poofed into air.

[Shinzy of the Mists]

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“Y-You haven’t heard of me?” Nidhogg paused. For a split second, all of the man’s pitch-black scales along his torso and arms stood on end before collapsing back into place to reveal shock. “Nid-Hogg. Of Mist. Nid. Hogg. Mist. Are you… Certain you haven’t heard of me? Sometimes the humans mispronounce my name?” Not sure how to take the information, the young dragonkin simply continued tugging against the woman’s stumpy fingers. Little by little, the force he was applying seemed to help.

Furthermore, the strenuous activity coupled together with all the weird and slightly disturbing sounds the girl was emitting seemed to be awakening Nidhogg’s blood. Small blades of black suddenly popped out along Nidhogg’s upper chest and the areas of his back which were previously exposed. With his torso now completely scaled, Nidhogg grunted as his entire shirt fell apart by the seams and floated towards the ground in a bundle of shredded ribbons.

“Well then, this is a rare opportunity for the great Nidhogg to demonstrate-” Before he could finish his sentence, the game of tug of war suddenly ended as he crashed onto the ground. Adrenaline and dragon blood fuelling him, Nidhogg elegantly hopped onto his feet as the last of his scales clicked into place to create the appearance of black chainmail. “What?” He mouthed just as his jaw dropped at the sight of the woman’s missing finger which was now limply balanced against his palm. “When will I learn… Powerful. I’m too powerful for this world.” Tears welled up in the dragonkin’s eyes as his hand collapsed to clutch the dismembered finger into a fist just as it began to evaporate into the air.

[Starnaess]

learned