As Kedryzal stepped through the doors that led farther into the subfloor, he would smell the metallic tang of blood on the air--not much, but enough. He would pass stall after stall where drakiri lay on sterile bedding, stretched out or sitting up with their heads low, eyes unfocused but still open. Not a one wore their skins, they were hornless, some missing ears and eyes entirely. They did not stir as Kedryzal passed, they would not have stirred if the warehouse itself had caught fire.
The scent of magic lay heavy in the cold basement floor, an oppressive feeling that would set the fur standing on end and cause rippling shudders the longer one stayed there. It grew stronger as Kedryzal approached the stall where his waking body lay.
Four humans worked efficiently to remove the skin from the drakiri's body where they had rested it on a large table, stage lights beaming down from above like spotlights. The lights gleamed on the startlingly white tendons and thin subcutaneous fat that was revealed by the skin being pulled back.
Not a single one of the humans seemed to notice when a shape shimmered into existence above the drakiri, a black, whispy smoke that thickened and shaped itself into a long-limbed, half-formed creature. The vague, almost fuzzy edged shape of horns emerged from its head as it looked down at Kedryzal. It placed long arms on either side of the drakiri's body and opened its jaws impossibly wide.
Whisps of essence that looked not unlike the shimmering air above hot asphalt lifted from Kedryzal into the creature's oustretched mouth, and after no more than a second, the indistinct shape of enormous wings burst out from the shadow creature's back. The wings shuddered and shook as the creature let out a mewling sound while it fed, jaws stretching wider still in its clear excitement.
As it fed and became stronger, Kedryzal would be thrust into yet more dreams, the lapse in control banished.
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As Kedryzal stepped through the doors that led farther into the subfloor, he would smell the metallic tang of blood on the air--not much, but enough. He would pass stall after stall where drakiri lay on sterile bedding, stretched out or sitting up with their heads low, eyes unfocused but still open. Not a one wore their skins, they were hornless, some missing ears and eyes entirely. They did not stir as Kedryzal passed, they would not have stirred if the warehouse itself had caught fire.
The scent of magic lay heavy in the cold basement floor, an oppressive feeling that would set the fur standing on end and cause rippling shudders the longer one stayed there. It grew stronger as Kedryzal approached the stall where his waking body lay.
Four humans worked efficiently to remove the skin from the drakiri's body where they had rested it on a large table, stage lights beaming down from above like spotlights. The lights gleamed on the startlingly white tendons and thin subcutaneous fat that was revealed by the skin being pulled back.
Not a single one of the humans seemed to notice when a shape shimmered into existence above the drakiri, a black, whispy smoke that thickened and shaped itself into a long-limbed, half-formed creature. The vague, almost fuzzy edged shape of horns emerged from its head as it looked down at Kedryzal. It placed long arms on either side of the drakiri's body and opened its jaws impossibly wide.
Whisps of essence that looked not unlike the shimmering air above hot asphalt lifted from Kedryzal into the creature's oustretched mouth, and after no more than a second, the indistinct shape of enormous wings burst out from the shadow creature's back. The wings shuddered and shook as the creature let out a mewling sound while it fed, jaws stretching wider still in its clear excitement.
As it fed and became stronger, Kedryzal would be thrust into yet more dreams, the lapse in control banished.
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