Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Changes
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Tahmut (25 years old)
Peeking over the horizon, brightening the once night sky, the sun arrived, signifying the start of a new day.
Opening his eyes and squinting a bit, Tahmut used his tail to block what little sunlight entered his eyes, before stretching and yawning loudly.
"Mmh… Too loud." Tahmut heard a voice say, bringing a smile to his face.
Turning his head to the right, Tahmut saw Merget sprawled on the cave floor beside him, a small line of drool dripping from her mouth.
After her second evolution 5 years ago, the once 6ft snake has become a beautiful pale-skinned Lamia of the same height, with her black scales turning dark-blue similar to Tahmut's adorning her snake-like lower half, and silky black hair framing her teardrop face, falling below her shoulders, ending just above her butt.
Much to Tahmut's chagrin, however, at the time of Merget's evolution, she did not attempt to swallow herself. Instead, Tahmut watched in concealed awe as Merget produced a cocoon of swirling black energy around herself, staying like that for six months, before breaking out of it like a hatchling, and appearing as she did currently.
With a low chuckle, careful not to wake the sleeping Lamia, Tahmut proceeded to exit his cave and listlessly walk towards his favorite spot; a tall Dracaena (Dragon tree) he and Merget planted and magically grew two years ago on the peak of his mountain.
Yes, 'His' mountain.
During his training, Tahmut was sometimes allowed to venture off from Tanin's territory and explore the world as he so desired.
Amidst his travels visiting many continents and civilizations, Tahmut stumbled upon a mountain range that, for some reason, wouldn't leave his mind. Tahmut surmised it was because of the predicament he found himself in.
What was the predicament you ask?
After his training was finished with Tanin, due to his age and size, Tahmut knew the idea of living with his mother was no longer feasible.
Yes, he could continue to dwell on his mother's mountain, she herself even told him he could. But Tahmut couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that.
'How would the other Dragons see mother if she harbored her 20-year-old son, who's capable enough on his own, on her mountain? How would they see me?' Tahmut often pondered.
'Weak.' That was the only word he could think of; and Tahmut couldn't have that.
With those thoughts in mind, he made his move. Tahmut once again visited the mountain range that became an incessant feature in his mind, and through a grueling battle, conquered it. Acquiring his own territory, and simultaneously exposing himself to the supernatural world. But that's a story for another time.
Finally reaching his mountain's peak, where the aptly named 'Terget' resides, Tahmut wrapped himself around its base, and looked out towards the plains that surround his mountain and territory, a content sigh leaving his lips.
"What to do today?" Tahmut mused, magically summoning a Dragon apple in his hand, swallowing it whole.
'According to the local birdies, humans have established a settlement close by. Should I visit? It would be a good way to get used to my human form.' Tahmut thought, another Dragon apple appearing in his hand.
Through a minor evolution, Tahmut was able to access his innate Dragon transformation ability, allowing him to change into different animals, and attain his human appearance.
It wasn't a spectacle like Merget's evolution. One night, Tahmut simply felt tired after a training session with Tanin and went for a well deserved rest, only to discover when he woke up, he had slept for a week, and the scales he fell asleep with were no longer present, instead, they were replaced by the flesh of a human.
Long dark-blue hair fell below his shoulders, reaching the middle of his back, with two thick braids resting on either side of his face. Small dark-blue, tribal-like markings adorn his honey colored skin, starting from his face, and ending just above his knees.
While analyzing his new appearance, Tahmut noticed his height in human form was only inches taller than his youth Dragon from, standing at 6ft10in. "Hmm… I suppose I should." Tahmut said out loud, standing up, and rolling his neck side to side.
Finally on his feet, Tahmut began to wrap himself in his Dragon aura, and in a matter of seconds, transformed into his human form.
As his aura dissipated, Tahmut was left wearing a dark-blue v-neck shirt, with black dress pants, and black, shin high fur-collared boots. Over his shoulders he wore a high-collared black cloak connected by a single dark-blue thread attached to brooches on either side of his collar.
Nodding happily at his appearance, Tahmut released his wings, and flapped once, ascending high into sky, and towards his neighbor, his expectations high for the encounters to come.
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Walking through a city he recently learned was named Targoviste, Tahmut admired the gothic architecture present throughout. Although too gloomy for his tastes, there was a certain appeal to the sharply constructed, dull gray and black buildings that Tahmut couldn't deny.
He also grew to admire the citizens of this burgeoning city. At first they were wary of him, and rightfully so. At 6ft10in, and wearing a hardened countenance, to the citizens of Targoviste, Tahmut was someone to be avoided at all cost.
For a while, Tahmut walked unimpeded through the gray streets of Targoviste, everyone giving him a wide berth as if he was royalty, no one daring to step in his path.
Miffed with the current outcome of his trip so far, Tahmut tried to approach the citizens, attempting to initiate a conversation, but to no avail.
It wasn't until a local meat vendor who saw his plight called him over and struck a conversation with him. Through his talk with the middle-aged human, Tahmut was able to learn a small portion of Targoviste's history, it's culture, and the current happenings within the city.
Humming a tune as he passed by a row of houses under construction, a stick of beef he bought from the vendor earlier in his hand, Tahmut was about to take a bite when he stopped abruptly, and turned his head to the left, sensing a feint magical energy coming from that direction.
"Oh~ Is that what I think it is?" Tahmut said smirking, a glint of excitement showing in his eyes.
'To think I'd find entertainment, and soon at that? How exciting!'
Making sure nobody was around, Tahmut unfurled his wings, and flew toward the location he felt the magic coming from. The smirk on his face widening into a smile of anticipation.
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Running along a gravel road on the outskirts of Targoviste, a veiled figure wearing a black dress frantically looks over both shoulders before turning a corner and spotting a lone church atop a grass hill in the distance.
With great haste, the figure approached the church and pushed through it's heavy wooden doors, making sure to close it behind themselves, and hurried towards an ornately carved altar located in the middle of the church's stage.
Hiding behind it, finally able to relax despite their situation, the figure ripped a piece of cloth from their dress and used it as a makeshift tourniquet, wrapping their slowly, but still bleeding arm tightly, before leaning their back against the altar, and slumping their shoulders, a relieved sigh escaping their lips.
'Hopefully I lost them... To think there would be an exorcist in this back water city. Did he follow me or was it a coincidence? I came here thinking my life of running would be over, and I can blend in with humans to live as they do.. But alas, no matter where I go, no matter how far I run, I'm always found, and the cycle repeat itself. Haah~ Ill just stay here a while, it's dusk anyway, they wont continue their search for much longer. In the morning I'll find another town. Hopefully I can stay for longer than a week or two this time.'
Closing their eyes for a much needed rest, the figure snapped them open only minutes later; the heavy wooden door of the church creaking loudly as it slowly opened, footsteps and applause heard soon after.
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
"How ironic... A fallen Angel seeking shelter in the holiest of places. I wonder how God feels about you staining this sacred church with your vile presence." A male voice spat condescendingly, unsheathing a light-emitting broadsword from his back, and dropping into a fighting stance. "No matter... Today you will pay for your sins under the blade of Freedrick Sellzen. Be gone, fallen Angel Sapphira!"
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