Nostradamus the Diment

She rises slowly, uncertainly testing her new legs. This body is vastly different from her old, four legs instead of two, wings stout and heavy, and was that... a tail?
She wriggles in her new skin, struggling to get a feel for it. She had seen images of course. A scarlet body, smatterings of purple hair, and that fearsome head, an empty skull and two flat, iridescent eyes.
She shivers violently, afraid of herself, petrified to think of the mission she is bound to carry out. Nostradamus.