| Selania bounds into the next room, and suddenly snaps back to her original
size and is amazed to see Deveron also grow quickly into a larger, male
version of herself. Apparently, with the death of Merkotos, the spell that
had diminished Selania (and Deveron while he was still a familiar) expired
also. Selania waites a second, and notices....she's still a female dragon
with jewlery (if not a bad looking one, she admits to herself). In fact,
she kind of likes her new body. Selania decides to come back to that latter,
right now.....
"Jeeze, Dreven!" Selania shouts as she looks at Deveron. "You're bleeding!"
"Merkotos.....was able to get off a spell that.....wounded me....but
I'll live!" Dreven gasps as he limps over to Selania. He is bleeding from
a dozen wounds and one wing is hanging limply at his side....broken. It
looks serious, but not life threatening. Still, Dreven is going to have
to see a medic....or a cleric, Selania guesses, real soon. Merkotos, however,
is down and out....permanently! The gaping holes hin his neck, chest, and
stomach saw to that! Dreven walks unsteadily over to Merkotos' body, and
cleans his bloody claws on the dead man's cloak.
"So, tell me, Dreven......how does a nice dragon like you get pulled
in with an asshole like this?" Selania asks as she watchs the male clean
himself. Dreven jerks around at Selania's profanity, and then remembers
what this dragoness was....before becoming Royalty.
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