Nathan shook his head. "I don't get involved with a lady if there's the possibility of another helping her, but Shiloh is alone here, and I'm not leaving her to the mercy of you and him." His voice grew more like a growl as he spoke. More scales started appearing. At that rate it looked like he was going to be completely covered in a minute. "Roland, you're about to be torn limb from limb. Last words?"
Nathan lunged at them, letting out a roar. He fully transformed then, his clothes ripping. He looked like a human-sized dragon, with wings and all. His claws ripped at Roland's flesh. His scales were too thick for the blade to even penetrate. Nathan's horse darted away a safe distance, knowing its master was out of control.
Nathan roared at the fleeing man, completely wild and not even comprehending words anymore. He tore at the dead body beneath him, insuring he was dead. He then turned his eyes on Shadow, growling at her as he slowly walked toward her. The horse stayed stone still.
(Sorry, I meant Shiloh. I was thinking of what to name the horse and Shadow came up. Sorry again for the mixup.)
Shadow, the horse, was obviously nervous, but it stood its ground. Nathan huffed, growling with a deep rumble in his chest. He turned and started walking. Shadow followed obediently.
When Nathan lost control, he couldn't just immediately pop back. It was a slow process of regaining control. The start was recognizing he needed to change back. Then speech returned. Then he started to change back to a man. Then the scales faded. And last the eyes. This could take hours, or even days. Once it took well over a month.
(I've tried making it clear without outright saying it, but he's a human-sized dragon, not human-like. It's no dragon-man-like-form. It's dragon.)
Nathan never looked back at her. He kept his eyes forward. His claws dug into the soil with every step. His tail swished about behind him and he was constantly growling, or perhaps the rumble in his chest was just a constant sound that meant nothing.
As he slowly regained a little more control, he fell into deep thought, trying to speed up the process of returning to his human form. The longer he stayed like this, the more pain he'd end up in. Being half-human, his body wasn't meant to handle changing forms, and it was damaging.
Nathan sensed her thoughts. He huffed like before, shaking his head to get his mind out of hers. Dragons had telepathy. He didn't have it, but he did get echoes when he took that form. It wasn't enough to tell him what she was thinking, but it was enough to get her feelings on what she thought about, and he didn't like it.
After a while, he found his voice, much to his relief. "Stop thinking so hard." He mumbled, glancing back at her. "I can feel it and it's distracting."
Nathan sighed deeply, looking at the ground. "In case you wondered, I'll be like this a while, probably a few hours judging by how quickly I got my voice back. The process of getting back to being a human is much longer and...more painful, than becoming a dragon."
(Shapeshifting, I guess. You know when Nathan gets the scales? Human covered in scales would be the form of a dragon to...you know...with a human. That form is sort of the bridge between dragon and human, which is why Nathan gets scales, because his body is trying to change over.)
Nathan fell silent, guessing she was afraid of him, and that was why she wasn't speaking or asking questions. He looked at his horse. "Shadow..." He murmured. "You did good." It was hard to find a good horse that could understand him. That wouldn't run away or get afraid. Well, Shadow did get afraid, but wouldn't run away too far when he did.
(Lol sorry. I was still trying to decide that earlier. It seems the least wierd idea to me.)
"I'm feeling your thoughts again." Nathan grumbled, shooting her a dirty look. "Seriously, don't focus on anything for too long, okay? Unless you want me to learn to be a mind reader. I'm not sure that's possible, but if you keep this up we might find out."
He was irritable, but that was just stress from knowing about the pain that was coming, and knowing he needed to get there anyway, to keep permanent damage away. As said, his body wasn't built to handle changing forms.
They traveled a while longer before Nathan felt ready to go back to a more human form. He stopped and looked at Shiloh. "There are extra pants in the saddle bag. I'm going to need them." He told her. After all, his clothes had all been ripped up.
He didn't have a shirt. Nathan groaned in pain as he started changing back, bones cracking loudly as he began to change. It hurt like nothing you could imagine, and it was so painfully slow. He whimpered when certain bones cracked, and groaned when they came into place to become human. Finally, he was human again, but still scale-covered. He was panting for breath, on his hands and knees.
Nathan shook his head. "I'm fine." He panted. "Just...hurting..." He reached for the pants to pull them on. "I'll be fine."
Nathan struggled to his feet and pulled on his pants, limping to the horse. He was obviously in a lot of pain. "You owe me." He grumbled to Shiloh, climbing on. "I can only do that so many times before it either kills me or ends up permanent."
"You just owe me. How you repay me is up to you." Nathan told her, sighing as he just sat there a moement, waiting for some of the pain to fade. He felt like he could pass out, but he was trying hard not to.
"I know, so don't bother me." Nathan mumbled, not being harsh or rude, just in pain and a little defensive. "If I pass out, Shadow won't obey you. The only reason I was worried earlier about you taking him was because fear mixed with someone tugging and kicking on him would be enough to get him going."
"I don't trust you." He mumbled bluntly. "Not until you tell me what you're hiding." Nathan let out a slow breath and took the reins, starting them forward at a slow, gentle pace.
"Keep an eye out for a deer antler sticking out of a tree." Nathan mumbled. "That's where we're getting off the road, before they come find us. I don't need to do this again. I don't need to go to prison again."
He sighed, closing his eyes and letting Shadow steer himself for a moment. Nathan bit his lip, trying to think things through. "Shiloh, I hate secrets more than someone with bad intentions towards me. Why won't you just tell me what you want?"
Nathan tensed up. "Who told you to take me there?" He hissed, looking over his shoulder at her. "Who are you? What do you have to do with any of this." Shadow was still walking slowly. Nathan's attention was fully on Shiloh.
"Liar." He growled. "You're in a guild, and it's none of your business to go messing in mine." He stopped Shadow. "Get off. Leave. I don't need some assassin trying to lead me into a trap. Not without at least knowing what I'm getting into. I don't take kindly to liars either. I tried to help you!"