Dray
They weaved their way through the metal cages; containers, he believed Max had said they were. He had heard of containers before and had seen smaller ones. However, when he had seen them they were always made of plastic or metal, and usually had strange colored liquids or needles inside. He was trying to think of what these huge containers would be used for when Hawke started falling over against him.
He looked in bad shape and was clutching his side as they finally stopped with an odd structure in front of them. He stayed close to Hawke and watched as Max dashed over to the small building and edged along it. With a feline type movement to her, she watched to make sure no one else was around and motioned them to hurry over as she tried to open the door. He kept his snout at Hawke’s back, pushing lightly but firmly enough to make sure he would make it to the faded white wall.
Max slipped inside and Dray could already smell the old and musty objects that were inside. Again he kept his snout at Hawke’s back and made sure he got inside, following in behind him. It was dark and immediately his muscles started to stiffen. Thankfully there was just enough light left coming in that he was able to make out shapes in the dark, and the ceiling was high enough that he did not feel trapped.
He roamed about the room and spotted what looked to be like blankets. They didn’t smell too good and looked a bit shabby but it was better than some of the clothes that the Lab gave them on occasion. He looked for Kisa and bit down on the edge of one, flinging it in her direction. There were no clothes in the room but it was better than nothing; and if she didn’t want to change back then it could be stripped and used for wrappings.
He felt his body shifting, his wings folding flat against his back and the scaly skin melding into each other as if it were melting. His limbs became smaller, the dark red scales fading to smooth skin in most places besides trails of red that went down his back arms and legs. His snout shrank, the sharp teeth becoming normal human ones and the blunted horns on his head disappearing beneath the red hair that sprouted at the top of his head. The bottoms of his hands and feet lost their protective scales and revealed the shredded skin beneath them that began to bleed.
Dray collapsed onto his side as soon as the shift finished, pain shooting throughout his feet and arms. He gritted his teeth and let out a groan as he reached over and pulled one of the tattered and smelly blankets over himself. Then without touching anything with his hands he forced himself to sit up and inspect the damage.
They weaved their way through the metal cages; containers, he believed Max had said they were. He had heard of containers before and had seen smaller ones. However, when he had seen them they were always made of plastic or metal, and usually had strange colored liquids or needles inside. He was trying to think of what these huge containers would be used for when Hawke started falling over against him.
He looked in bad shape and was clutching his side as they finally stopped with an odd structure in front of them. He stayed close to Hawke and watched as Max dashed over to the small building and edged along it. With a feline type movement to her, she watched to make sure no one else was around and motioned them to hurry over as she tried to open the door. He kept his snout at Hawke’s back, pushing lightly but firmly enough to make sure he would make it to the faded white wall.
Max slipped inside and Dray could already smell the old and musty objects that were inside. Again he kept his snout at Hawke’s back and made sure he got inside, following in behind him. It was dark and immediately his muscles started to stiffen. Thankfully there was just enough light left coming in that he was able to make out shapes in the dark, and the ceiling was high enough that he did not feel trapped.
He roamed about the room and spotted what looked to be like blankets. They didn’t smell too good and looked a bit shabby but it was better than some of the clothes that the Lab gave them on occasion. He looked for Kisa and bit down on the edge of one, flinging it in her direction. There were no clothes in the room but it was better than nothing; and if she didn’t want to change back then it could be stripped and used for wrappings.
He felt his body shifting, his wings folding flat against his back and the scaly skin melding into each other as if it were melting. His limbs became smaller, the dark red scales fading to smooth skin in most places besides trails of red that went down his back arms and legs. His snout shrank, the sharp teeth becoming normal human ones and the blunted horns on his head disappearing beneath the red hair that sprouted at the top of his head. The bottoms of his hands and feet lost their protective scales and revealed the shredded skin beneath them that began to bleed.
Dray collapsed onto his side as soon as the shift finished, pain shooting throughout his feet and arms. He gritted his teeth and let out a groan as he reached over and pulled one of the tattered and smelly blankets over himself. Then without touching anything with his hands he forced himself to sit up and inspect the damage.