Riddle me this
You pad softly around the room on your leonine paws, flexing your slender wings experimentally. You wonder what it would be like to fly under your own power, but right now you feel a stronger desire.
You want to ask someone a riddle. Too bad there is noone around to talk to. Anyway this place is a riddle in itself. Like, how are you going to get out of here? The only exit appears to be the door you came in through, and even if that had a doorknob you're not sure if you could turn it. You have been too busy sorting out your new limbs (four legs and two wings at the last count) to check if you still have hands.
Before you get that far, something unexpected happens.
Written by Won-Tolla on 19 November 2007
The end (for now)