[h3][color=red]Rhys[/color][/h3]

  At the Whiptail's call, the Royal Crimson abruptly stopped. Oohh she did just get the full entirety of his attention, his ears perking up and senses heightened. [color=red][i]By the lords, is she--[/i][/color]

  But she did. Yes. As soon as he had swiftly turned his whole body around, his ears picked up the familiar voice of his friend mumbling words he assumed were the spell, and he sensed the rapid build-up of magic surrounding her frail frame. On impulse, his hind leg muscles contracted enough only to be released in a leap to the Whiptail, forepaws outstretched to grab the levitating scrap of paper. Yes, on impulse. You just witnessed the mighty Royal Crimson dragon acting on impulse to save his dear friend. And he succeeded in covering the large distance with that leap due to his already massive body size.

  To no avail though, because by the time he had clutched the opened scroll--even ripping holes in it because of his retracted claws--, the intensity of the magic was at a peak familiar to him--that is, when a spell is performed correctly. The momentum of his leap, however, also caused him to crash into En, knocking her down. He felt the strong magic coursing through him due to his aerial attack.

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"[b]Wait. Where's the reverse spell?![/b]"[/color]
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  "[b][color=red]THERE IS NO REVERSE SPELL, YOU IDIOT!! EACH SCROLL ONLY CONTAINS ONE SPELL![/color][/b]" Rhys firmly growled at the...unfamiliar creature he was pinning down, whom he thought was his friend. His draconic eyes widened at the realization of the success of the spell. Or not..? He got off of his four limbs, freeing the unrecognizable human, attempting to balance on his hind legs. He teetered around and wobbled for a while, before supporting himself by pressing his right wrist against the nearby tree, which seems way taller and thicker than he remembered. 

He began inspecting his new human body by pulling up his left sleeve. Where was his thick, crimson hide? His strong, sharp claws? He now possessed fair human skin that could stretch a little when he pinched it. The outer area of his arm had soft little hairs growing on it, making its texture rather soft at his touch. His new skin was way too fragile--palpable when he tried poking it with his dull nails. And his claws...unfortunately, were now pinkish nails that bent easily at the end. He did seem to have retained some of his scales at the sides of his torso though, once he lifted the orange garment he was wearing. 

Speaking of which, he donned on the inside an orange shirt with a grey tie, and on the outside an unbuttoned royal crimson trench coat, with black outlines. Covering his human legs were baggy grey trousers and black boots.

How odd that humans stood on their hind legs. He was adapting to standing on them as the clock ticks by, though. When he bent down a little to inspect them, movement from it made him aware of the crimson fringe that shielded his vision a little. Reaching out to touch his tresses, Rhys found their softness. And he investigated his head further. Horns? None. Human ears? Bendable and soft. Snout? Nose. Mouth? Soft, stretchy, pinkish lips. Canines? Dull teeth.


[i][color=red]...Weak. How pitiful human bodies are.[/color][/i]