Otashu's pained yelling would soon turn into a loud, low, grumbled roar, echoing through the forest. Holding his head in pain as he bent down to the ground on his knees. Armored plates would slowly grow out of his back, making him try and scream to no avail.
A tail, long, thin, and scaled had a rose gold hue in the moon's light, his arms and legs would soon get the same rose gold scales. Long claws where his nails were, were ivory tinted claws, his eyes, the same eyes of yellow amber now had a black sclera.
His pupils narrowed into a slit, he would soon pass out with the now empty bottle laying beside him on the trail.