This was familiar. Only this time, he knew how to break free.
His hind legs shot out, cracking against the shell of the chrysalis, breaking it into a hundred little pieces around him. He slid out onto the ground and gasped, coughing roughly to rid his lungs of the foul liquid that had filled them. He lay there on the ground in a heap of tangled legs and... feathers?
James lifted his head, new feelings and instincts suddenly bombaring him. He flapped out his wings- his wings! He had wings- why? What happened?
Peering over, he stared at them, curiously spreading them, trying to move each feather. The frills on his head flared up and down as easily as he swished his tail. He had wings! How wonderful! He wouldn't have to worry about being tricked off cliffs anymore...
James staggered to his feet, wings shooting out to try and balance his new weight. His wings were big and heavy, and they pressed down on his chest, which was weirdly deep. His tail (and the feathers attached, the entire thing now changed so he could flare them at will) shook out, flicking up and down as he took note of everything. Lighter bones, weird, bird-like muscles and skeletal structure, and the feathers and wings, of course. What a change.
Now all he had to do... was find Ari.
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