> After coming across what you did, and leaving a trail of claw-marks in your wake you come across a paved road cutting through the forest. Of course you (sort of) knew what roads were. They lead to where the people is.
> You weren’t sure why you were going to where the people is but it just..felt like something you needed to do. So you follow the road along the tree-lines, your tail pressing down the underbrush in your wake.
> Honestly you just wanted to see your Patron again. You’ve been having feelings you couldn’t quite describe. Feelings of anguish, dread and a tempered seething. Seeing the corpse of something that gave you the same feeling of reverence as Her has left you in a state of unease and has just been compelling you to keep moving.
> You also remember what you were told: that your brand of mutations might not get you culled. Perhaps that info is what got you out of the hive?
> Either way your current situation was this: You were on the side of the road, with unexplainable emotions, far from home and your only possessions were a whip and a little stone dragon you keep in your inside breast pocket.












