ᴍᴀᴡ ᴏғ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

Being painted by Belle.

She's "restrained" by some crayon markings on her wrists and ankles.

Eating a big bowl of noodles.

Crashing through the spacecraft with her draconic body.

Claymore roars, but it's inaudible.

Her patrol around the planet becomes twice as fast.

[Switch me with Sarah... I'm going to void myself everywhere.]

Looking at Primethy.

[Her thing always works.]

Making a head gesture at Dorothy.

Still trying to lead the copy in the same direction.

Dodging around.

Claymore pelts with her spears, trying to lead fake Dorothy sound.

She sheathes herself in Darkness, preventing outside interference.

Physical projectiles will still work, though.

Starting to spit fire spears.

Grounding herself with her big weight.

Claymore snaps her jaws shut, releasing sonic waves at Evil Dorothy.

Flying down beside Big D.

Claymore stays ready, full dragoned up.

Snaps her jaws playfully.

[ #openrp / #mvrp ]

Claymore slides out in front of the Reader, her arms stuck out to the side.

"Sorry, you can't go this way. There's something going on up ahead. I can show you another way around if you'd like."

Sitting with a big bowl in her lap. She's eating a bunch of fries.

"It was cold..."

Bite.

"I'm not a baby..."

Hiding her face in his shoulder.

"You're just old."

Jumping to get it.

"...it's cold..."

Whining and sitting down.

"I will."

Nodding and spreading her wings.

"I'm hungry..."

Chewing on some grass.

She smooths out her skirt, whistling.

"What should I do now?"

Undragon, she lands on him.

"Hi."

Touching his face.

Licking his face with her giant tongue.

Pinning him down with her foot.

Flying back to the ground and playfully headbutting him.

She prods him with her dragon foot.

Keeping the atmosphere safe.

Claymore's fast enough to leave a permanent purple ring around the shitty planet.

Claymore just learned what Christmas ways recently.

Everyone else in RC loves it.

Protecting the pair of Ezras with her dragon arms.

Flying back into the sky, she readies a fireball, but is stunned by the sight.

...it's like how it was back then...

She rests during the day, her marvelously scaled form relaxing on its back.

Circling around the planet while everyone rests.

Her body tears open, and she takes the form of a true dragon. Four legs, two wings.

Claymore's scales are purple, and she has a greyish underbelly. The transformed woman takes to the sky, circling the planet in space.

Her wings spread.

"Yes sir."