Skylark nodded to his brother, holding his hand and squeezing it. He didn't think that his power was bad, but if his brother didn't want it, that was that. Smiling softly in his brother's hug, Sky hugged him back and let his hands feel over his brother's wings. He traced the outline of sensitive cartilage under the membrane of Sleipnir's wing. Even his brother's wings were better than his. True, skylark had four, but they were skinny and frail. He couldn't use them to carry them. He couldn't see the mist, but he could see its effects. The world around them began to grow transparent, and Skylark's eyes widened in terror as their eyes were opened. In the entire top of the globe, electric currently flitted about, blue sparks crackling in the form of electric wire. If he had tried to fly out, he would have killed himself. "Sleipnir, there's something up!" Lilac eyes panned around their prison, trying to find... Spotting a door with a wheel similar to those on submarines, Skylark pulled apart from his hug and ran with his brother in hand towards the vaultlike door, pressing his other hand on the wheel and tried with all his might to turn it, to no avail. His hands were simply too sweaty to get a grip on the metal, and even after wiping his hands on the fresh clothes Father had given him, it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, the dragon broke free from his brother's hand and spread out all four of his wings, stepping back from the door and launching himself like a bullet at the metal. It didn't move and inch, but Skylark had hit his head. "Ouwchie! Owowowowow!" He screamed, clutching his forehead as silver scales began to spread across his body, and he became enveloped in grey light. Form rearranging, bones crunched as they melted or expanded. Skylark felt the sensation painful, but didn't have the mouth to scream. As soon as his maw had formed, the dragon let out a roar. Lilac eyes opened, and Skylark felt a new instinct come over him. His view was different, but his perspective was the same. The pain was gone, but Skylark felt new, as if he had emerged from his cocoon. Spreading his four wings, the baby dragon was much smaller than the adults, but still about as large as a car. He wobbled on his legs, and now that he noticed, he had six of them. He had a slim build, a bit like daddy, and his head tapered off to a point on his snout and maw. Stretching out to his brother, Skylark let his tongue dart out and lightly prod at his brother's face. Skylark's forehead still hurt, though... Nevertheless, he needed to get himself and his brother out of this place. Wrapped his tongue around his twin, Skylark placed the other on his back and proceeded to stand on his back four legs. With his front two, he pounded and thrashed violently at the door until he felt it give. Headbutting it, the door crumpled away. The dragon let out an excited noise as he tried to shove his head through the opening, but then felt something catch. He was too big for the doorway! Braying in misery as the door chafed his scales, Skylark writhed and thrashed his tail, head lodged on the other side. Not only had he trapped himself, but he had trapped his brother as well! Wings slumped in sadness, the baby dragon didn't know how he had changed forms in the first place, so he most certainly didn't know the first thing about turning back! --- Hearing a familiar voice, December could have cried in relief. "Leo! Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're here!" She then thought about it. "Well, actually, I'm not glad we're about to be mutilated but at least you won't have to suffer in solitude, right?" She reasoned, trying to lighten the mood. Feeling her stomach turn, she realized the tables weren't horizontal like she had thought, but vertical. They were propped up on the walls like pop art. Really... Explicit pop art. The last time the other hydra had called her naked, they had all screamed with more terror than any other enemy. She couldn't break away from her restrains, struggling and writhing in vain, the racket she was making enough to rip the rest of them away from sleep. "I'm surprised you're not mad I woke you up," December joked, remembering once when she awoke Leo and he had used his power to teach her a lesson. Hearing a female groan to her left, December began to call out before a rough voice echoed through the room. "This is December!" Called December, wanting the other to return the favor even as everyone slowly answered. "Sila made it through alright." "This is Noire..." "Figures you'd survive," Blizzard snickered. "Regnum? Is that you?" Terra called slowly, still reeling from the effects of the drugs. "Charon?" Noire called. "Charon, where are you?!" A clear mist coursed through the room, and Noire was quick to exclaim, "Are none of us wearing anything?!" She detected a male who had yet to speak. "That you, Charo-Charo?" "Nope," Halley responded lowly. "Why is it so damned dark in here?!" At Blizzard's complaint, Halley laughed. "I can't speak for you guys but I can see just... fine." He whistled suggestively and Blizzard scowled in the darkness. "Why can't you hydra just do that poofy thing and get us out?!" Terra demanded, causing Noire, December, and Blizzard to arch their brows in confusion. "What are you going on about, dragon?" Blizzard asked, spitting the d-word like it was a curse.