Being under someones control is indescribable, its like you are there but
its muddled or foggy. I knew what was happening the entire time, all the
horrors I inflicted. The abyssal that favoured me... I could feel him
through me, his large talons extending out and my body would jerk in
response. His eyes would glow a fiery red and my targets would clutch his
eyes in agony, writhing in pain. That was the best part of my life, when
someone else was screaming, my master seemed to exude a different radiance
and I would feel different in turn. It became my favorite time. When you
are not in control of yourself, time has no meaning. What ever was
happening though, change happens to everything eventually. Nothing is free
of this one truth. Overextending their might, the abyssal lost control over
many of us and I was one of them. My master taught me well, the giant
blisters popping and forming and spreading so rapidly his skin looked alive.
Collapsing to the ground, his body in a severe weakened state. Unable to
move anymore he just writhed and gasped. I walked away snickering just
barely an adult and now free.
Before you is a ghastly creature, winged and textured like a bat. Having
four extremities aside from his wings though they kind of just hang loosely
while he flies. The look on his face is one of droll indifference, with the
sickly green hue it is an unnerving look. Phahrdrahs skin is so worn and
cracked, mistreated so severely that he looks ancient even though he has
many years ahead of him. His eyes look onward, hazed slightly and golden in
color. Reptilian in nature though, slit vertically and large. Thin, tight
lips stretch open to reveal razor sharp, pointed teeth. Blood stains can be
seen all around his mouth. The skin on his face hangs loose around the
edges, sinking into his cheeks and under his eyes, gaunt and skeletal. His
whole head is bulbous in nature and void of hair, his neck barely able to
hold it upright. Phahrdrahs wings are twice again the length of his
vertical and connect to his body at the shoulder blades surrounded by his
only apparent muscle tone. He slouches inwards, an obvious insecurity, his
arms long and boney and you can clearly see his ribcage from any angle.
Phahdrahs legs are horribly atrophied and misshapen and end in ugly scaled
and webbed between three toes.