Prompt #3: Scale
One less. Two less. Three, four, five, six.
Chuluun so quickly lost count of the number of scales that had shed free from their skin, again and again those little armor like plates seeing themselves free of alabaster flesh. The skin below was smooth, pristine, flawless as the day they were born.
When Vral was born.
Is that who they had become? No, Luun still felt at home in the name he- no, no- they had been given. It just felt more honest now. Felt natural. Felt whole.
Sapphire eyes peered into a mirror, stared at a reflection that was familiar and yet unfamiliar all the same. The xaela had fewer scales than they had moons prior, one arm all but fully bare, their jaw nearly shed clean, exposing the true sharp beauty of their face; like a regal serpent from the depths of an ancient river.
Luun sucked in their lower lip, sank teeth into it while their eyes drank in this new reflection. Eyes; dimmed in the absence of once bright limbal rings; met in the glass some noticeable ilms lower than usual. The world had gotten larger, or had they simply gotten shorter? It should be terrifying, yet all Chuluun found in the pit of their stomach was delight.
The more those eyes traced this figure the more they spotted things that grabbed more interest. The cut and curve of hips and waist were a touch more defined in places, more supple in others. It was such a glorious sight to behold, a perfection they had never thought they could see in themself.
Chuluun reached forward, planted their hands upon the mirror, fingers spread wide as they leaned into their reflection, pressed their forehead to the glass and grinned with wild elation. They couldn’t wait to see what else would change. They couldn’t wait for more of those scales to fall away. Gods they couldn’t wait to feel whole and complete, but already they were enamored with all that they saw, erect and shaking with so much unbridled excitement.
It fluttered out of him in a laugh, in a rising crescendo that met its peak with a name, with a call for another soul. “Ivan!” Come look. Come see. Come admire all that he was becoming.
“Fuluh!”
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