***By this point, I'm confident in all my forms***


You flicker and blur into the shape of a crag soarer.
You maintain the hardness of your skin as you shapeshift.
You maintain your speed as you shapeshift.
You maintain your phase as you shapeshift.
You maintain your phase as you shapeshift.
You are filled with the deftness of the falcon.
Your bones creak and snap under the strain of your trauma as you shapeshift.
Your shapeshifting mauls you.
You have been KILLED!!

You feel calmer as you take off the sleeves.
You maintain the hardness of your skin as you shapeshift.
You maintain your speed as you shapeshift.
You maintain your phase as you shapeshift.
You maintain your phase as you shapeshift.
Your bones creak and snap under the strain of your trauma as you shapeshift.
You have died, but the Carrion Fields are not finished with you yet!
Your soul is returned to the realms in the form of a ghost.
You will return to your corporeal state in a short while.
Be careful, for even a ghost should fear some dangers!
You no longer feel in control of your translucence.
You are ready to cast scales of the dragon again.
You feel some of your vitality drain out of you with this death.
You feel more confident as none!


***Feel more confident at none?***

n/t