Slowly the vapor began to melt away. The Elizabeth was still standing there, but whatever ritual she conducted had clearly worked. She let her tome fall to the ground, her family crest seemingly burned off and now carved into her now exposed back just beneath newly developed black leathery wings. Her skin had shifted from pale to a deep amber tan, mostly exposed since her clothing was shredded save for a few choice articles that still managed to hide her breasts and legs down to the knees. A black tail with the head of a spear lashed around behind her, leaving grooves when it slashed against the ground. Her nails had elongated into claws, her eyes shifted golden, teeth and ears finely pointed. The only thing that wasn't different, it seems, was her bloody crimson hair.<br/><br/>Slowly she cast her gaze to the creature the threatened her life, flexing out her new body and stretching her wings before slowly approaching him.