Thyra and Dusty finally landed outside the old fisherman's hut at Dove's lake, just as the sun reached the middle of the sky.

"That was more tiring than I expected." Thyra sighs, shaking her head. "And, yes, we got a little lost. But we're here now!"

Dusty was looking Thyra over, and finally noticed the new muscles that Thyra had developed, some on her back, but most were on her chest and stomach., and a little bit on her arms and legs.

She turned towards him, raising an eyebrow when he hadn't talked. "What?"

"I just noticed that you've gained muscle mass, mainly for your wings and maneuverability, but also for brute strength.."

She shrugged, glancing him over. "Yeah, and you've finally put on some muscles, shrimpy!" She teases lightly.

Dusty one else down next to a bush, full of berries, "these good or no?"

Thyra laughed, "they're blackberries, Dusty, of course they are! Well, as long as they haven't been sprayed."

Dusty rolled his eyes and popped a few berries into his mouth. "So what now?"

Thyra flopped onto the grass. "I just want to sleep for a thousand years." She sighed.

"Same, I'm exhausted," Dusty laid down near Thyra.

"At least we got this she'd for shelter. Even if it's like a hundred years old and falling apart." Thyra says, knocking on the wood ends to him. "Oh, and it doesn't have a floor, by the way."

"Why no floor?"

"It's rotted away, basically. There might even be an old boat in there."

Their ear-plates shot up as a twig snapped.

Thyra sat up, tense as they scanned the land around them.

Dusty looked around, and extended his claws.

Thyra moved to a crouching position, tail swishing around slowly. Neither of them made a sound, they barely even breathed.

Slowly a hunter came out of the bush, completely oblivious to them.

Thyra glanced at Dusty, wondering what they're going to do, they couldn't let this hunter see them. It spelt disaster pretty clearly.

Dusty retracted and extended his claws, they both knew what they had to do.

Thyra nodded, extending her own. They waited until the hunter walked around the corner of the hut, and dragged him to them. They muffled his screams and made eye contact.

"Want the...Uh, honours?" Thyra asks, holding the struggling hunter, ripping his gun away from him.

Dusty didn't hesitate and brought his claws down, and like a hot knife through butter, sliced through the hunters throat.

Thyra took ahold of the body, and together they dragged him into the bush. "Well the tourists won't find him for..." Thyra trailed off, silently staring at the corpse, where the blood was still oozing out of the wound. She blinked, shook her head, and then slowly reached down to the body. She dipped a shaky finger into the wound, and drew it back, covered in blood. Before Dusty could even ask her what she was doing, she tasted the blood.

"Ok, what was that abou..." Dusty trailed off as he looked at the blood. " It's the dragon, it's instincts."

"Yeah. And, by the way, blood tastes disgusting. It's like you're eating metal." Thyra shook her head. "But...it was nice at the same time. Stupid dragon-brain."

Dusty tilted his head at her response. "Ok then, we have a thirst for blood apparently."

"Yeah. I hope it doesn't last." Thyra mutters. "I would rather not live off blood."

Dusty nodded at this, and leaned against the building, "what now?"

"Well we can't live off these," Thyra says, picking a blackberry. "We're gonna need to find some better food."

"Well, there's tourists, we could grab stuff from them." Dusty suggested.

"That's true. Do you have any experience hunting? I'm sure we could track down a wallaby or two. Maybe a deer."

"I hunted with a bow and arrow, but I'd don't have either of those." Dusty told her

"Well the hunter must have something, right?" Thyra said, shrugging.

Dusty facepalmed and went back to look, and found a hunting rifle, and came back to find Thyra hunched over, "You ok?"

She looked at him, face white as she grunted in pain. "N...No." she hunched over as another wave of pain hit her.

Dusty dropped down next to her as a wave of pain shot through him, "N...not again."

Thyra wrapped her arms around herself, feeling all the pain she did before all over again. She screamed as her entire body felt like it was on fire, and being pierced by knives at the same time,

Dusty gripped his stomach as the pain intensified there, and he felt a wave of cold go over his skin, as scales expanded across him. He ripped his shirt off and looked down as all of his stomach and most of his chest was covered in black scales, he dropped back to his knees as wave's of agony erupted within him.

Thyra tore off her over shirt, feeling as if she was being choked. She lets out a scream as a loud crack sounds from her back, being forced over. Her wings move and expand, sending waves of pain over her.

Dusty couldn't tell what was going on with his stomach and chest, all he felt was the cracking of bones and inflation as his body did something no one should be able to do, he felt bones begin to crack in his legs and arms as he laid on the ground, whimpering in pain.

Thyra's arms gave out as cracks and rips rang out, and she fell to the ground as her legs did the same. Her back was still hurting like hell, and overall she was feeling so much pain, she could barely focus on one. Her scales felt really itchy, but she couldn't even move to scratch. Cracks and rips sounded from all over her body, as if all her bones were being broken one by one.

Dusty felt like he was about to pass out from the pain, as his chest, torso, and back began to stop hurting, the pain moved from there to his arms, legs, and tail. All he could hear was the cracking of bones as they expanded, grew, or disappeared. His tail felt like it was being stretched far behind him, and all he could feel of it was just a sharp pressure at the base of his spine, which felt like it was on fire.

Thyra's wings ached as they shifted on their own to new positions, and more cracks were heard and felt along her spine. The cracking eventually stopped in her arms, but now her arms felt really weird. She didn't have time to check it out, when another wave of pain came- this time from her tailbone and tail. At the same time the base of her neck started hurting, feeling like it was being stretched, and she soon found her head at an unnatural angle.

The pain in Dusty's legs and tail began to fade, but we're quickly replaced with a sharp pain beginning at the base of Dusty's neck, he started coughing as his vocal cords rearranged, and his head exploded with pain, all he felt was his neck felt like it was blowing up, like a balloon, and his head was being compressed, he bit down on his tongue on accident, and let out a whine when he drew blood from his now razor sharp teeth.

The pain in Thyra's wings and tail finally stopped, but now they felt larger and heavier. She felt her gums and cheeks, of all places, aching immensely, and a few cracks soon followed. Her body started swelling up slightly, as if she was having a severe allergic reaction, which didn't feel too far off when her throat pressed in on itself momentarily. The pulsing pain faded slightly, being taken over by a massive headache. She let out a groan of pain, burying her enlarged head into the ground to try and get rid of the pain. She let out a snort when rocks entered her massive nose, momentarily distracting her from the pain. She let out a cough, but her voice felt different. Very, very different.

Dusty was splayed out on the ground as the pain slowly, but surely, faded away to just a dull throb, he slowly opened his eyes, after almost passing out, he brought his hand to his head, but froze when he saw it, it looked like a claw, with black green-tipped talons. He turned his head to look back at himself, and shocked on a sob as he saw the rest of himself, he had a big, lean, black and green scaled body, his wings had doubled from thirty feet to sixty feet, His back had some weird spines going down it, and his tail was larger, longer, and had bigger fins. He slowly looked down at the puddle of water next to him, and saw his head, he had three pairs of ear-plates, all of different sizes, and had a pattern of green scales to go with his black, along with a pair of forest-green eyes.

Thyra's pain and cracking slowly faded away until it was nothing but a distant memory, and a pulsing throb. She lay there panting, nervous to open her eyes, but forced herself to do so. What she saw came to her as a massive surprise. Her scales were still black, but they were larger. She didn't even recognise her arms. They were stubby, and had long black claws coming out of them, with silver tips. Shaking, she looked over her shoulder, and froze. Her wings were massive, to say the least, they were highlighted through the membrane with silver, and the wing joins as well had hunts of it. She stretched the acing wings out, and they looked to be about fifty five feet in wingspan. She had a sleek, black scaled body with a silver underbelly, and she had some type of spikes in her back and all the way down her tail, they were silver along the tips of them. Her tail fins had silver membrane, and were shaped in a slightly circular, smooth way. She had a second pair of wings at the base of her tail, likely for manoeuvrability, which were black, apart from silver membrane. With fear, she slowly looked down at the muddy water below, and staring back at her was a scaled face. Four black earlobes, tipped silver, silver spikes going down the middle of the face, and the rest of the face was black-scaled, and finally, a pair of large ocean-blue eyes blinked at her.

Dusty slowly moved his head to look at Thyra, and his eyes widened when he saw her, "Thyra?" is all he said, but his voice was darker and deeper, and sounded very menacing.

Her ear plates flicked at the noise, and she looked over, thinking she was heading things. Her eyes widened. "...Dusty?!" She wanted to yell, but it came out as a shriek. She snapped her jaw closed, horrified.

Dusty looked down at his reflection in the water below, he couldn't believe that this happened to them, "Wh...Why us?" He asked out loud.

Thyra couldn't even shrug in this form. "I... I don't understand..."

They both grabbed their heads as another roaring pain hit their heads, and it felt as if their minds were being ripped from them.

"Please...please stop." Dusty whimpered.

Thyra let out a pained groan. "No more...p...please." She doubted she would last much longer if it went on like this. She felt like she was about to pass out.

Their emotions slowly died out, and was replaced by something ancient, something that hadn't been felt or seen in millions of years, they still felt their emotions and had control over themselves, but it was like something was overshadowing both of them.

It was pushing at the surface, bringing strange intentions into mind, like ripping animals apart, or flying until they dropped out of the sky. They fought against it, but it fought harder, and breached the surface.

They shook their heads as whatever it was slowly took control of them, they could only watch from the background as their bodies got to their paws, and roared into the air.

That's when they got hit with pain.

More pain

Unimaginable pain.

They thought what they dealt with was bad, the explosion of pain from their heads literally felt like somebody had dropped and atom bomb in it, as the ancient force in them slowly merged with them

The moment the force made 'contact' with them, the pain only intensified, so much so that they dropped to the ground, and their worlds went black and silent.