Our Avian, one by the name of Mana, slumbers not so peacefully. She is fatigued and distraught; war is demonic.

You see nothing in the sea of black. It was mind-numbingly silent, nothing but your heartbeat sounded, but it resounded throughout the entirety of this.. creeping abyss. The hole, the edges crept into your vision. You looked down to your feathered hands, only to find that blood stained your person. You opened your mouth to scream, but could not manage a meager grunt. Like lightning, pain struck your side. You reached under your shirt to reveal the source, finding maggots gnawing into your flesh. Frantically, you brushed the insects away and held your wound. The darkness faltered, your vision drained into a deeper black. At your wound, through your fingers, grew spores. Venomously green, putrid sacs of disease. Your feathers fell from your body, and in their wake erupted spikes of distraught. More mushrooms enveloped your body until you puked blood, the edges of your beak deteriorating until falling off completely.

Eventually, through the darkness, you fell to the floor. Lifeless, with a stare unending, you lie in the abyss, a shrouded green shell growing over you.
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Mana had slept, but not well; it was far from enjoyable. She did not feel rested, but her body instinctively arose. She found herself sliding out of her nest like a newborn, as she laid belly, breasts and face into the floor. She huffed and stood to her feet, albeit with slight difficulty. Puffing her feathers, she shivered. It must've been easily five in the morning. With skewed balance, she wobbled to her dresser, revealing a small hide skirt going up to the lower thighs, and a similarly designed shirt. One that covered essentially the entirety of her breasts, but not much else.

Without much thought, she removed all of her clothing. Everything went and dropped to the floor, from wrappings to straps, until her dagger finally hit the ground. Stark naked, and somehow unaware of her company, she pushed past her door and went through the bathroom's entrance directly to the left. Without shutting the door, she stumbled into the sink. Placing her retrieved clothing atop the sink's counters, she then stumbled again, but this time unceremoniously into the bathtub. Laying out entirely within the tub, her talons extended to activate the spigot. Warm water washed outwards; she had of course plugged the drain. The pool went up above her breasts, stopping at her neck as she slumped. Her talons extended once more to turn and stop the water.

She fidgeted and preened her beak through the feathers of her chest and sides, the water breaking through the insulation of her coat as a result. She cooed.. and closed her eyes.

"Di-diiivine."