Thanx to my reviewers, Pinky, Fire Daughter, and Dead Life. *sobs* you guys are great!
Slowly, the boy's arms grew wider, and turned a silvery color, and resembled steel. Feather patterns appeared from nowhere on his metallic flesh, and then the patterns became three-dimensional. His legs that were previously not in her sight moved and she saw them. Slowly mutating and becoming metal as will, they became shorter, and his bare feet longer, and so were his toes. Nails stretching and forming into metal, they stretched into grotesque claws, sharp deadly curved talons.
Now, before her stood a Stormwing in a loincloth. She screamed internally. How could she talk, associate with, even smile at a joke he made (clinical depression) when he gorged himself on human flesh? How could she talk with the murderer of her friend and guardian, and forgive him for denouncing Thonkulus? How? How? How?
Legs swiftly pounding into the forest floor, she ran, with only fallen teardrops as a sign that she, Rhiamont Wonk, had ever passed.
Yes, I know it's short, but I'm putting up another one today.