["Soon", however, is a bit of an overstatement; it's a good twenty or thirty minutes before Jotaro finally arrives, bearing a large bag that, from the shape of it, seems reasonably full. For once, he's not wearing his uniform, and the reason for that is immediately apparent — the lumps beneath the back of his coat, the scale-covered tail curling like a whip lash behind him.
On his head, a pair of ridged horns extend out and back, disguised at the base by his thick curls, his hat fitted neatly between them. The armored scales he's developed are almost ethereally beautiful, resembling black fire opal — each one jet black until the light hits it and sets off starbursts of color within.
Unchanged, or seemingly so, are his eyes — still green, but now unnaturally so. Green with magic and with power.
But he's calm, and he's unafraid, and the changes don't seem to ruffle him; he knocks at the door with ease, waiting patiently to be admitted.]
no subject
i'll let you feed me
sounds like fun
["Soon", however, is a bit of an overstatement; it's a good twenty or thirty minutes before Jotaro finally arrives, bearing a large bag that, from the shape of it, seems reasonably full. For once, he's not wearing his uniform, and the reason for that is immediately apparent — the lumps beneath the back of his coat, the scale-covered tail curling like a whip lash behind him.
On his head, a pair of ridged horns extend out and back, disguised at the base by his thick curls, his hat fitted neatly between them. The armored scales he's developed are almost ethereally beautiful, resembling black fire opal — each one jet black until the light hits it and sets off starbursts of color within.
Unchanged, or seemingly so, are his eyes — still green, but now unnaturally so. Green with magic and with power.
But he's calm, and he's unafraid, and the changes don't seem to ruffle him; he knocks at the door with ease, waiting patiently to be admitted.]