shifter of poison

bare with me, I'm new to writiting.

Frog picked up the unfamiliar ring. it was a beautiful golden yellow, with blue crystals inside. this ring was no ordinary. it had a certain.. feeling to it. like it was possessed, cursed by a bigger figure. a bigger figure that took from families, from dragons, from himself. He slips it onto his horn, an unfamiliar feeling set in. a feeling of loneliness, a feeling of cruelty that he had never committed. a thought came over him, a different tribe. a different self of him. he felt it, as his scales turned a plump brown color. he was no longer a rainwing. he was a mudwing.