Tajah

Art by Darkfall!





It was a non rainy, perfect day to stroll outside, but a certain red tundra was inside. Why? Well, alchemy. Why is a dull tundra doing alchemy, you may ask? Because don't be racist, that's why.

Anyways, this ALCHEMIST TUNDRA was inside, away from sunlight, because being a hermit is the best way to live. According to Tajah. Tajah the alchemy tundra. So, this young tundra was practicing alchemy, a large pot in front of her, and a blue nocturne by her side. It seemed that the nocturne was mentoring the tundra, and seemed a bit grumpy about it, even though he seemed to be enjoying the alchemy part. Why is a nocturne grumpy around a tundra, you may ask? Do I need to remind you not to assume based on racism? Great, moving on.

Ahem, so the two dragons were working on a project of sorts. Tajah tried to keep her hat on as she worked, even though the nocturne thought it was very impractical, wearing protective gear himself.

"Tajah, I really don't see why you see the need to wear that ridiculous witch apparel all the time. Its a nuisance." The blue nocturne grumbled, raising an eyebrow at her. She snorted, lightly hitting him with her tail, which he growled at. "Lighten up, Tagris, its not getting in the way." She said confidently, just as a bit of acid landed on her hat. "..most of the time."

Tagris groaned, shaking his head. "I'm not responsible If you get killed doing this." He said, turning back to the pot and throwing various vials and materials in. It seemed like a random flurry of items, but you aren't an alchemist, are you? Exactly.

"Well aren't you the big ray of sunshine.." She said sarcastically, chuckling as she got materials for him, watching and recording the process. "As a nocturne, I would say no." Tagris grunted, not paying much attention to the tundra.

The tundra watched Tagris for a little while longer, sitting with her tail flopped over her claws. "So, are you sure this is safe? Did Darkflare approve of this?" She asked curiously, watching the bubbling pot. Tagris tsked, looking at the pot. "Of course she approved it, I would never do anything without asking her first." He said innocently, flicking his tail.

Tajah looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What about the time you almost killed Hakain by messing with his aging process? Or when you let your weapons out unguarded and Salant almost killed Hakain? Or when you tried to talk to the Arcanist and almost killed Ha-" "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, I GET IT." The nocturne growled, glaring at the tundra for a moment. "You know I don't mean to hurt Hakain.. Hes my.." He said, then shut his mouth. "It doesn't matter. I have confidence that this will go well."

The tundra shrugged. "If you say so." She said, watching him for an hour or two more, until he triumphantly held up a vile. "It is done. This vile should transform you into a dragon-sized version of one of the beast-clan. It should wear off after a few hours. Probably." He shrugged, a big grin on his face as he presented it to Tajah. "Here, drink it." He said, sitting back with a clipboard in hand.

Tajah blinked at him. "..im telling Hakain if this goes wrong." She said, taking the vile. The nocturne laughed nervously, looking around to make sure the white imperial wasn't nearby. "Yeah, yeah, just drink the potion." He said hurriedly. She shrugged, and chugged it down.

"Surprisingly good." The tundra shrugged, as Tagris furiously wrote notes. "Tastes like.. Plants?" She said nonchalantly, her fur suddenly enlarging as she took a step. Tagris' eyes lit up as her fur changed color, rippling across her body. She got more muscular, sharper teeth and claws, crazed eyes. Her fur was rough and bulky, but somehow her witch clothing stayed intact. Tagris resisted the urge to facepalm at this.

Tajah looked at herself in a mirror Tagris had set up, admiring the transformation, obviously excited. She went into a position to howl, and as she did.. She sneezed, ruining the effect. "..well, you tried." Tagris said, raising an eyebrow. The tundra walked about, showing off her movements to Tagris, who sketched it down.

As Tagris was writing, Tajah started rolling around on the ground, as a dog would. Tagris blinked at this, shook his head, and went back to his notes as she made a small bark. "Can you still speak?" He asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, seems like that's fine. I have some.. animalistic desires though. Like to dig a hole and roll in it." Tajah noted. "...great." Tagris said, uninterested, but wrote it down anyways. As he finished writing notes, he realized this would take a while to wear off, and got an idea.

It was the next day, the first day of October, and Tagris was in front of an unfamiliar lair, Tajah by his side. "Alright, you go in, scare the hell out of those dragons, alright? Go!" He said excitedly, hitting the tundra on the back, causing her to jump and spring forward as the nocturne dove into a bush to watch. Tajah roared at the other trick or treaters, giggling afterwards as they ran in fright, and she triumphantly knocked on the door. "Trick or treat!"

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