[Going up is a long, almost exhausting journey of its own. But the lights are steady and continuous as they spiral up and around. The portraits star to dwindle until there aren't anymore, at least.
They eventually will make their way to a heavy, metal door, cracked open. The recorder sounding is louder from inside. But the room itself is a panic room. Disheveled and frantic as someone has been living there and trying not to be seen. But it's hard to be ignored when the being in question is the large, multi-limbed winged man curled up on the little cot. Green and black winged with green blotches spotted all over. He looks up when he hears them, eyes wide.]
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They eventually will make their way to a heavy, metal door, cracked open. The recorder sounding is louder from inside. But the room itself is a panic room. Disheveled and frantic as someone has been living there and trying not to be seen. But it's hard to be ignored when the being in question is the large, multi-limbed winged man curled up on the little cot. Green and black winged with green blotches spotted all over. He looks up when he hears them, eyes wide.]
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