When Aakesh slowly started rising from the darkness. His form had shifted back to human and he was hanging but-naked from a ledge by the scraps of his fingertips. Somehow, even in their almost-unconscious state, his dragon had been able to keep enough piece of mind to not let go. As his precarious situation bore through the foggy blackness in his mind, he knew he had to get himself to safety.
Fighting against the black fog that wanted to claim his mind, he felt the trickle of blood running down his check and a drop ran into his mouth. Spitting out the bitter, lead tasting fluid, he looked up to plan a way upwards once more.
With a groan he allowed his fingers to lengthen even as his body fought against the partial shift due to the pain it caused him. Digging the nails of his right hand i
