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Calaethis's eyes flashed golden, and he bleed freely from where the silvers talons had pierced the skin. His skin, slowly began to heal, his blood still flowing freely. It ran down the little rivets in his skin, and very slowly, it turned ivory, and then gained an almost golden tint, and tiny scales formed, covering his arms, hands, and then his face... thousands of tiny scales covered the elf, each the size of his normal skin normal cells, right up to his eye lids. The whites of his eyes turned golden, but his hair still raven-jet black, remained the same. His fingernails turned into long talons... and his wounds healed. He stood up, softly. He still looked elven. He opened his mouth to speak, and in place of his elven teeth were dragonic ones, but they fit his mouth perfectly. He spoke, "Never question me again, Avalon of the silvers." he spat out small flames of golden-red fire, and he flexed his hands. His head had changed shape - it was more arched now, he looked more dragonic, more noble. He looked at Alliene, and Tagnik was in his hand, he looked... complete "Well cousin, this is what I have become." Verloren looked up at him. Horrified. Calaethis let out a snarl that Avalon could hear, "RETURN SILVER! Dare you show your face to me now?!"
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