"It's normal for where I come from." He sniffed in a superior tone. It was now more of a comfort to him. He knew where he belonged, and he ruled his realm there.
He did notice the eyes though. Familiar and unnerving.
The pain simply intensifies, as if something were actually eating out of his stomach. But the feeling spreads, no longer confined to his stomach, but as if something were eating all his insides. If he looks quick, he might be able to see something moving under his skin.
Draco doubled over, and sank to his knees. He stared down at himself. Oh god, some kind of transmogrification. But why does it hurt so much? Polyjuice potion? No, that couldn't be right. He could have sworn it was simply lemonade.
Draco did look around. Everything seemed different, felt different. His tongue darted briefly to taste the air. Pure instinct. He started to get up, and bits of skin were falling away, leaving scaled skin in their place. He stood up, and stared with some horror and disgust at the reminants of his skin.
And for some reason, he's smoking a rather long pipe.
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"Odd look for you, isn't it?"
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"Odder still for you. Kinda strange get up for a desert, huh?"
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"It's normal for where I come from." He sniffed in a superior tone. It was now more of a comfort to him. He knew where he belonged, and he ruled his realm there.
He did notice the eyes though. Familiar and unnerving.
"Tim? What is the meaning of this?"
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Tim rumages under his cloak, pulling forth a shiny canteen.
"Lemonade?"
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But no, the sun was overhead, and blazing now. And he was thirsty.
"Yes." And he ended up amending it with a "Thank you."
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"Drink up. S'good for you."
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He re-capped it before tossing the canteen back toward the Not!Tim.
"Again, my thanks."
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It is definately a biting pain in Dracos stomach.
"You keep looking at things with your own eyes. That's no good."
And Tim takes a puff of the pipe. The resulting smoke is decidely serpentine.
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"You poisoned me." He almost hissed in return.
"Who are you? What are you?"
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"Call me Grandfather."
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He then defiantly glared at the shaman.
"Whoever you are, you will pay for thissss."
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New eyes, grandchild. New sight. Take a look around.
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His eyes blinked, and his head darted around some. Everything was shimmering somehow, or more colorful.
"What?"
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Look around you.
Even as Draco moves a little bit, his skin stretches, peels back. Begins to shed.
Step out of your shell. See what you hid behind.
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A snake, but not completely.
"But that's me, isn't it? What am I?"
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