Immortal Abilities

RuIng scoffed under his breath. Both, him and the retreating immortal king clearly heard it. Even the man in his arm, as light as feathers, tilted his head once, smiled slightly and turned sideways into his arms, tucking the strong, shaped nose into his chest. The scent of spices stirred mouthwatering needs and Bailong stopped breathing.

Some sensation fluttered into his gut, a warmth pierced where Sevir’s nose touched his chest and somewhere else, his bones felt languid. His skin shifted and shifted and shifted until RuIng gasped.

“What is happening?” Qinglong asked. Worried.

“You are… shedding?” RuIng said uncertainly.

Bailong could feel a dry, scentless papery layer cover his eyes. The scene before him blurred. He turned to the future and saw a thin hide of white and blue fallen on Sevir’s curled body as if he had been wearing a second skin before.