Sharra was standing, booted feet carefully placed in a martial arts stance, wearing loose-fitting, albeit warm, pants and a sleeveless shirt, a necessity, that latter, as the spines along his arm rippled and shifted, patches of human skin beginning to peek through in places. The demon's movements during all of this were precise, fluid, and painstakingly slow, the muscles 'neath spines and flesh trembling with the exertion, as the boil had been at this for some time. Slowly, he channeled the demonic side of himself, allowing the energy to ripple through skin, manifesting as acidic orbs and unyielding black sinew, laced with the spiney, natural armor. Practicing with Yaya had proved fruitful, and he'd begun to realize that he could control Deceit, with more precision, the natural ability of his particular brand of demon.
There was a little bit of a snarl as this particular movement ended in a snap, fingers extending into nearly neon claws, a rather worrisome sort of sickly green smoke wafting off the tips. Posed that way for a long, breathless moment, he then inhaled deeply, eyes lidding as he allowed his concentration to slide away for a few seconds. His mind drifted to the jacket he'd tossed over one of the tree branches, since there was something resembling nature, out here away from the dorms.
It was cold, after all, the snow still falling around them, but Sharra had rather decided that simply because the weather might not be optimal, it was no reason to let his training fall by the wayside. Since patching things up with Yaya and possessed of a great gust of moving forward, the demon's personal abilities had been growing steadily. It was a trend that the blond boil would be more than delighted to see continue. So here he was, sweating, shivering, and finding himself delighted that demons had such a resilient immune system.
kurotomato
Fff. I hope this is appropriate. 8T
