[ His body further contorts, feathery wings sprawl from the back of a wolf as ice shoots out of his head like horns. When he finally stops transforming, he's still, a monster parading as a wolf. ]
[ The chimera shifts, the hind legs take up its weight at first before two front paws press into the ground as it holds itself up. It takes a step. Falters. And stops. A moment's stillness passes through its body before it tries again and this time the body moves like it should. It takes a few steps, mouth falling open as cold breath dissipates into the night. The horns of ice crackle, as new ice forms down its spine like a shield. When it finally stops, the chimera sits shifts its head to look down at the ice. ]
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...Incredible... [ He'd really transformed... he'd really transformed...! ]
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But this...
Zero, you're... [ How did he say this without sounding... weird? } ...you're...
...You're the only person I know who could put this to use.
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[ The tone is firm, absolute. ]
It's you who allow me to use it. It's you who put it to use.