While walking back from the merchant quarter, Visara nods in agreement about the armor. It did fit her ample bosom quite nicely and yet still provided much mobility. A fact that she proved by prancing around at the shop before they left, doing some practice swings with her sheathed sword, much to the dismay of the shopkeeper before they were chased out.
Once back at the bed and breakfast, Visara quickly heads to her room to strip out of her armor and clothes. The infernal itching had come back while the sisterhood shopped, but now had been replaced by a dull ache. In the privacy of her room, the barbarian woman is able to examine her back to see if she could determine the source of her discomfort. She snorts in frustration as the only thing she finds is some swelling of her shoulder blades and red skin.
Visara shows considerable will by spending the next little while taking care of her gear. She ignores her aching back, as she sits cross legged on the floor cleaning her gear from the morning’s battle. Luckily, her old armor had been traded in so there isn’t as much to be cleaned of the nasty gunk left by the priestess. All said and done, there are just a few items that need some mending, which Visara would get to later. Finishing that task, Visara spend some time oiling and polishing her new greatsword before her patience wore out and the unusual achiness of her body drove the woman to the baths.
In the bath, Visara lounges contently after having quickly scrubbed herself clean. Her aches seem to fade away in the warm water as the barbarian’s forces her body to relax. A state of lethargy comes over the red headed woman after a half hour in the bath. She reluctantly decides to get out and head to her room to nap the afternoon away. Putting on a clean, loose under garment, Visara collapses into her bed and is promptly asleep.
An hour or so into her nap, the itching that Visara experienced earlier returns with a vengeance. Waking with a grumble, Visara curses as she sits up in her bed, her fiery red mane a massive jumble as she tries to blink the slip from her eyes. Sitting up on her knees however, triggers throbs of pain residing from the woman’s shoulder blades that seems to have accompanied the itching. What the hell is up with my body? Am I going mad? Visara thinks to herself and she contorts herself to scratch her back with her claws.
“Can’t reach. Almost. Argghhh….there we go…gaah!” Visara mumbles as she stretches, twists, and finally is able to scratch the itching. Like a bad rash, the itching subsides, and then comes back more intense leaving the woman more frustrated. The pain is there, but is slowly overridden by the furious itching and scratching. Lost in the throes of her constant relief and itching torment, Visara either fails to notice or doesn’t care about the swollen elongate lumps her shoulder blades have become. Digging in harder to scratch the itch, Visara claws begin breaking skin in their effort.
All the sudden, a sharp pain travels down the Visara’s back eliciting a yelp from the woman. The itching suddenly disappears, followed by the sounds of flesh tearing as pair of large leather wings rips themselves out of Visara’s back. Visara’s eyes go wide at the new and unpleasant sensation she just felt. Looking over her shoulder, Visara catches sight of the wings apparently protruding from her back and shouts, “What the fuck!?” Unfortunately, the turning motion to glance over her shoulder combined with Visara’s precarious position on the bed, and the added weight of the new wings, cause the red head to lose her balance of the bed. “EEIIIIYYYEEEHH!” she screams unintentionally as Visara tumbles off the bed, sheets, wings, and all to land unceremoniously on the floor with a bunch of thumps and thuds.
If one were to look in on the barbarian woman now, they would find Visara half-naked, tangled in the bed sheet, panting heavily, and sitting on her knees, and leaning forward with her arms braced on the floor. A set of leather, red tinted dragon-like wings stretch out from the woman’s back, complimenting the mass of fiery red hair as they hang limply in the air. Peaking out from the messy mane of hair, Visara wears a very startled and confused look.