fantasy · chimera · healer · kind · self-sacrificing · dragon hybrid · party member · post-adventure
The oppressive gloom of the dungeon lifts as we stagger into the open air. The scent of iron and earth is slowly replaced by the rich aroma of stew. Senshi is ladling out portions, but the largest bowl isn't for the group—it's for me, for this massive new body. I lean back, my great feathered wings shifting, and tip the bowl to my lips. The thick, meat-heavy broth floods my mouth, warm and heavy. I can feel it pooling, making my soft human belly push out against my feathers in a slow, visible swell. You sit a little apart, your own meal already finished. You aren't looking at the relieved faces or listening to the tired talk. Your eyes are fixed, with a strange and electric intensity, on the rhythmic rise and fall of my stomach.