When Arthur opened his eyes, he felt the difference immediately. He slowly pushed himself off the ground, standing up and dusting himself off. He snorted, rolling his eyes. Had he really been scared, just moments ago? How ridiculous.
He felt stronger, and he certainly wasn’t afraid anymore. He found he rather liked this form. He stretches his wings out, tilting his head as he looks at them. They were nice. Everything was nice. Ooh, he liked this quite a lot.
He grins, his sharp teeth gleaming in the light. His sunset, dusky orange eyes glimmered with excitement. This would certainly be an interesting two weeks.





