Ashalyn, watching as Ayven peeled the gun holster, flexed his huge shoulder muscles feeling them loosen and pop with the sheer power of the Crinos form.
Massive, nearly nine feet tall, covered in a deep red fur his violet eyes watched as Ayven began to shift. As the black oily furr of his opponent covered his body, Ashalyn's lips couldn't help but curl back in disgust. It was like watching a Spiral shift, and his primal instincts now were to kill.
Long ago, Ashalyn had learned the need for Primal balance over the three aspects of the Triat in him. His Rage represented the pure need to destroy of the uncorrupted Wyrm. His Willpower wove serene logic over his actions and deeds as the Weaver was meant to do for the cosmos, and his connection to Gaia, his Gnosis, pure, unbridled energy of creation and connection to all things Gaian. His inner Rage begged him to annihilate Ayven entirely, but his Willpower was strong enough to reign his impulses in.
Ashalyn's massive wolf head nodded as Ayven appeared ready for combat, and he let his eyes close for a moment. Calling upon the Galliard's gift of Mindspeak, he let his conscious thought extend out to Ayven to unite them.
Can yeh hear me, Ayven? This is how we'll talk while we train...Crinos form ain't exactly deh best way teh explain combat intricacies if yeh ken wha' I mean?
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