Surely, we'll sing of no little thing // Aesior

[GAWAIN]

we must away, ere break of day

Gawain sighed, holding his helmet to inspect it. Still he had found no housing, no safe place for his armor. But he had to take it off from time to time. Though, with his appearance, he wanted to keep it on. Most of his body had stayed the same, dark grey fur and black tiger stripes against a structurally sound body. But his paws were covered in draconic scales of blacks and reds, as was his tail. Spikes lined his spine and his eyes seemed colder.

It was not often that Gawain felt hatred for his own body. It was borne from two strong tigers, trained by the knights of his kingdom. It was sturdy and powerful and got him through most anything. But the altercations and changes to said body made him grieve for his old life. Cockily sparring against his fellow knights, meeting friends and foes alike. He was not his past. And he had yet to seek out the future.

So the dragon Knight simply rubbed a paw pad over the smudges in his helmet, grumbling as it became more smudged. And if he tried to rub it with his outer paw, it would get scratched.

[member=23233]aesior[/member]

#psy.