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A low growl escaped Ananas Dragon Cookie’s throat while midnight slowly approaches. They definitely have plans for when they catch who dared to give the Golden Dragon such a curse. The moment midnight strikes, they forced their staff onto the ground to remain standing before their hands became paw-like. They’d rather lose control over themself than be in a vulnerable position after all. They did their very best to maintain their composure as the shift went on. Hind legs, fur, ears, snout, all that good stuff.
Ananas Dragon Cookie let go of their staff before looking up at the moon. They then clawed at the ground with pinned ears. They had to take their anger out on something. Once that’s done, they curled up into a ball. Out of character, but fair enough. Just then, they felt a presence approaching their location. It turned out to be Mango Cookie who doesn’t seem scared.
“Almighty Dragon..?” Mango Cookie’s head tilted before noticing just how fluffy their WereWolf form was.
“Aaaww! You’re so fluffy!” He complimented. That just so happened to get out of their curled up position. Mango Cookie slowly walked towards the WereWolf before placing a hand on their yellow and green fur.
“You’re soft, too!” He claimed. They smiled with the knowledge maybe this form isn’t so bad after all…