Name: Levantine<br/>Location Macedon (DoomGlazers home)<br/>Tagging: Those relevant<br/><hr/>Levantine's body internally was in a rapid restoration mode, the damage while in dragon form was always superficial, but if it became internal it continued through the transformation. Slowly her eyes opened much to her dismay she wasn't where she hoped. Looking up at the person who now had hold of her, he looked like a half like herself. But it was too early to tell, she looked backwards, and saw a swordsman following. "I guess I was captured..." She sighed, keeping her voice to a soft whisper. Before closing her eyes, even if she had the strength to resist her captor, it was not in her best interest since she had no weapons. For now she figured it would be best to conserve and recover her strength. Transformations always took it's toll. At least she could feel her stone nearby, even if it was out of power, perhaps she could at least meld it to it's sword form. But it would be such a long time before it's power was back for a full transformation.