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— There you are, — he exhaled, feeling the tension in his chest ease slightly as a smile appeared on his face.
However, his smile quickly faded when he looked down. His legs—or rather, talons—were now clearly visible in the torchlight. Their grotesque appearance made his stomach tighten. The legs, or more precisely, the talons, were now distinct in the dim light of the torch burning beside Crane's sleeping body. These talons, covered in rough, scaly skin, resembled the feet of a predatory bird. They looked so unnatural that his stomach twisted in disgust.
— What a ridiculous costume... — he muttered, averting his gaze, as if unwilling to keep looking at himself.
He stopped and lowered his gaze further to inspect his new body. Massive breasts, barely contained by a top, swayed heavily with each movement. They looked absurd, as if they had a life of their own, their weight making itself known with every step. Crane couldn't tear his eyes away, both astonished and disgustingly embarrassed.
— They're enormous, — he forced out, his voice sounding almost like a pitiful whimper, too high and soft to be taken seriously.
He raised his hands, trying to calm himself, but instead of his usual fingers, he saw strange talons resembling a mix of bird claws and human hands, covered in golden feathers. His palms felt soft to the touch but were marked by small, sharp bone growths. Attached to them were enormous wings, trembling gently with every movement. The feathers, thick and golden, seemed both soft and alien. Crane felt them shift on their own, as if responding to his emotions.
When he tried to raise his hands higher, the wings flared out behind him, striking the cave wall with a loud thud. And then it all clicked!
— What... the hell is this?! — he choked, staring at his new limbs. — I... — his voice caught in his throat, nearly making him cough before he managed to force out the words. — I'm in the body of a disgusting harpy?! — he shouted, his voice echoing against the stone walls.
He immediately clamped his wing-hand over his mouth, realizing he might have just woken his team.