Name: Trey<br/>Current Form: Dragon ---> Human<br/>Location: Beach<br/>Players nearby: a lot<br/><hr/><br/>Trey watched as the creature collapsed, shifting as if made from liquid. Soon several chunks of it skittered off, small blobs as more and more started to form.<em>No, we can't let them escape.</em>Trey swooped down to the ground, using anything he could. Claws, teeth and tail were all thrashing, trying to eliminate as many of the little creatures as he could. He spotted the large group of creatures floating off fast, and he couldn't prevent any of them from escaping into various parts of the world.<br/><br/>Growling in anger, he started to shift. Wings and scales soon gave way to flesh and bone. Once he could speak he looked back up. "What the hell? What was that thing?" He looked around at the others, trying his best to remember any of them. Most of them looked to be younger than him, with the exception of Marcus, whom even then he didn't really respect. He reached into the pack he had been carrying, having dropped it to the ground, and grabbed some cloths and his sword.<br/><br/>"You guys can stay here and plot and plan, but I am going after these things. If it truly did kill one of our kind, it is dangerous, and can not be allowed to reform."