Scales Changing

this is for cloud's minor character fanfiction contest. it's my first attempt at a story like this, hope you enjoy!
feel free to tell me that i have gotten a canon element wrong, i'm perfectly fine with that, just don't expect me to change it in the story. i'm not against having something like that incorrect for the sake of the plot.
Scarlet ran her talons over the mudwing's body, cradling its head in her lap almost like a mother would a child. It was dead. She leaned down, a wide grin sliding over her face, making her look twice as grotesque as before. She was savoring the moment. In a swift, practiced motion, Scarlet hacked off the dead creature's head. It flopped away from the body, the eyes rolling, the tongue lolling. Scarlet beamed at it, as if she had just recieved a wonderful present. She caressed the lifeless scales.
"You're going to make them so upset." she whispered to it gleefully. "They'll worry for ages. And they will deserve it." she cackled. Smoke drifted out of her nostrils as she snorted with manic laughter. She turned to her companion, sitting across the fire from her, in the shadows.
"He's going to make you into something thrilling!" she said, still whispering to the dead mudwing's severed head. "We'll give them a true scare, that's right. They deserve it after what they did to me." her talons creeped up her face, exploring it, probing the melted area, as if she would suddenly find it changed back to how it was before, perfect and orange, inlaid with gems. She hissed.
The shadows across the fire stirred as her companion awoke from his doze. He stretched his wings, dark as the shadows he'd been lurking in, and fixed his eyes on scarlet. She sat up, curling her talons over the head protectively. "Isn't it a beautful plan?" she crooned. "Those nasty pests will finally feel a fraction of my pain." she yelled the last word, snorting a small flame. The other dragon regarded her warily. She glared at him. "Change it already! you said you could!" she rolled the head towards him. It stopped at his talons, the dark brown eyes glinting in the firelight.
He glanced up at scarlet quickly and picked it up, turning it from side to side. Where to hide the scroll piece? The mouth was an obvious choice, though he didn't know if the ink would dissolve in its mouth and change it back. Did dead dragons still have saliva? He almost gagged thinking of it. This was really gross. He comforted himself by thinking of the amount of treasure he would have in his talons after this was done. He probed the dead thing's ear. That would be a good place to hide it. 
Scarlet threw a stick at him. "Hurry up!" she hissed at him. "It has to be done by morning." Her eyes glazed over. The other dragon could tell she was thinking of the look on the dragonets' faces. "I want to see their misery." she whispered maliciously. "So get it done. Soon!" she threw another branch at him and rolled over onto her side, turning her back to him.
Her companion pulled out the scroll. The beautiful, wonderful scroll. The scroll that had saved him from a lifetime of ridicule and brought him here. Here, where he was about to get more treasure than most dragons saw in a lifetime. Here, where he just had to take a scrap of scroll and insert it carefully into a gross dead thing's ear, and he would be u=on his way to his bright future. He thought of the gold spilling through his talons as he wrote the spell, the topaz and tourmaline adorning his neck and talons as he tore off the paper and stuffed it unceremoniously into the dead thing’s ear. He turned away from it. His throat was starting to make horrible gagging noises. Treasure. he thought weakly. treasure.
He didn't bother to watch as the scales rippled, then shifted over into an iridescent pattern of green, blue, and orange. He didn't watch as the snout thinned, as the ears elongated, as the eyes went from brown to blue. It was no longer a marvel to him, the physical changing of another's body. He'd done it to himself enough times that it was routine now, removing one's identity by changing their appearance. It was of no matter. unimportant. To him, at least. Identity had become such a fickle thing in his mind. He no longer thought of it as a tangible thing, something you can find or lose. In fact, he barely thought of it anymore at all. It used to be so important to him, when he'd sat alone in the rainwing village and wished he was someone else. But now that he could be, now that he changed himself so often that there was nothing more of him to keep, he never thought about that sad little dragonet, the one who would have done anything for anyone's approval and wondered where he'd went. He never thought about the fact that he was changing so often that whatever self he thinks he's hiding and protecting, that sniveling little dragonet, is long gone. He doesn't know that. Even if he did, he wouldn't be too devastated over it. Maybe he forced that dragonet, those memories out of his head by himself. Maybe it was on purpose. I can't be sure, and I live in his head, don't I? I'm able to tell you what he's thinking, after all. 
He sits by the fire, staring at the scroll, lovingly cradling it, whispering to it. It's going to change everything, more than even he knows yet.
But, of course, it's a piece of paper.
It could go up in flames in a moment.
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