joalnu10's Clan

The snapping and popping of tendons bless your ears
You have no right to turn your attention here
Your peeking eyes do not go unnoticed in our domain
We know every move you make in our flesh covered plane
We do not desire your presence but if you feel you must stay
A tribute to abate our tendrils is expected every day

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You've been here awhile, soaked in our culture
We hope you don't intend to leave now, you vulture
You're a constant reminder of our endless torture
But we can't resist such a curious creature

A harmless request, an offer quite short
Meet our elder, The Old Blood Wart
She dwells within the Corpse-Formed Fort
Just to the north of the Festering Court

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Glad you have made it to my home of bone
For you there is a parting gift, please approach my throne
Baskets of incense, you really should have known
Two good whiffs, and you fall with a groan.
Filled with the thoughts of a faraway home
Your consciousness fades, lying before the crone.

...

Your eyes slowly open, you feel like death
It's quite difficult to get in each and every breath
Chained to some table, you can barely turn to look
At the edge of your vision, a native reads a book

He turns his attention to you, his face alights
"Finally your awake, I've been waiting all night!"
Swooping closer, he inspects you and quickly begins to write
"I've made some modifications to you, I hope that's alright."
He retrieves a large mirror, your reflection isn't a pretty sight

Gone seems to be your bipedal structure
Your nose and ears are deformed, just a snout and deep punctures
Large claws have replaced your hands and feet
And deep with your lungs, you feel a latent heat.

"Pretty amazing right, but your not complete yet,
The elder expects perfection, a high bar he sets.
When you awake again, you'll be looking perfect I bet."