Role

Chapter 5

Vraknar's eye shoot open suddenly as pain races through every inch of his
body, the light in the room stinging his eyes. How long has it been since
they had been touched by the light of day? Days? Weeks? Months?

As his eyes adjust he turns towards the bed beside him, a headless body
taking up the available space. This ... thing ... appears cobbled together
from whatever body parts wehere available at the time, massive arms look
at odds with the small hands and torso they are sewn to. Short thick legs
seem almost normal when taken into context with the wings folded behind
the creature back. A sick feeling overcomes Vraknar as he strains to look
role at his own body unsure through the pain if he has arms or not. The
relief that floods his being soon washed away by sheer horror as large
leathery wings folded behind his back begin to respond with movement.