Frythwal's eyes struggled a bit, but then suddenly burst open. He felt a moment of panic. He was alive again; he had long ago lost count of the number of times he had died and resurrected. He was disoriented, weak, and in pain as he lay on the cold stone floor. His tongue unfurled limply onto the slabs of stone and his body unresponsive and sore. He tried to move but couldn't yet,<em>This new form seems particularly wretched.</em>he thought to himself, as he did every time he was reborn. He managed to twitch a finger slightly. The room spun around him as he tried to center himself, steadying his breath.<br/><br/>Gradually, over nearly an hour, Frythwal gained control of his new form. He pushed up off the stone and arched his back, stretching his legs out in front of him and then shaking his hind legs out a bit. He looked around, no longer dizzy, but greatly confused by the stone chamber.<em>Where am I?</em>he thought as he nervously looked around.<em>No demon lord to instruct me. No summoning circle crafted by witches who wish to bind me to their will. What has called me here?</em>He sniffed at the air towards several adjacent hallways. Strange smells filled this place. There were other demons or spirits here for certain, he doubted this was the mortal plane. The lingering smell of many humans drifted in the air...including many women. His mind immediately turned to the hunt as his loins stirred and his stomach groaned at the smell. He had to find them.<br/><br/><br/>(Hope that's a good start for ya'll ^_^)