Shedding his human skin, Levx revealed in the pain of transformation. All of his bones snapped, his muscles torqued nearly as worse torture he'd received briefly once when a hunting party of Tryns caught him before he charred his way out. Even his skin burned and shuddered while it ripped apart until his golden Renjerian scales shone underneath the moonlight.
He gasped for breath. Slowly, the blood pumped through his larger body, to finally, his wings. As many times as he'd changed from human to Renjerian and back, he never got used to the pain either caused. But in his true form, it felt like all the restraints were snapped off. He could be himself - and fly. That was one of the joys of being stuck here on earth. Back home, it was too dangerous with the Tryns to sail through the sky. Not unless he hid in the clouds or waited until dark. Well, he had to wait for the night here as well but he didn't have to worry about poisoned spears shooting into his body.