As the second wave of the Great Wyrm's call echoed through his mind Azare was quick to dismiss it. As interesting as it was too hear of a Great Wyrm, he had to reevaluate his horde and find a way to take the loss of the village he had just ravaged and the one that had been under attack by another one of his kind. His own precious horde was what came first, and he could care less about a Great Wyrm. Many of them had eclipsed past mere scales and had fused metal. This of course, made it quite annoying to actually harvest anything from, even on the spare chance that he could actually take it down quickly. Fused scales made for some.... rather difficult attacks towards it he might imagine. Not to mention one mistake could possibly break his own hide in the process. It was just too out of the way and too pointless at this time.<br/><br/>Well that was until he had a small idea. Sure, she wasn't a viable target... but the call from a Great Wyrm would attract plenty of good sources. From Old to Young, he was sure that some would, at least, venture near to her grove. And that was something he would be interested in. Because who would suspect him? Most who knew he existed were already dead, and those who had heard of him probably thought it was just an old dragon's tale.<br/><br/>All he needed to do was follow one of them once they left, and then, they could be taken. Yes yes, it was quite a good idea and his smile rose again as he thought about it. With a happy roar, his stomach approved as well.<br/><br/>"Well, I suppose it's time to shake off the old scales. <I hear you old one.>"<br/><br/>With that small acceptance of her invitation, he started to change, his bulk increasing and his skin ripping, incredibly sharp obsidian spines and scales protruding from what was underneath, until they clasped together to from a strong but brittle carapace. Fiery cracks appeared all over his skin where his volcanic nature revealed himself, before his bright eyes shined forth, dripping with the lava from which he came. And finally, two wings broke from his back, making a shattering sound with ran through the dead valley. With a few strong beats of his wings, he took to the sky. This was a rare occurrence, which meant it deserved a rare form.