soulping | quail heart

quail heart

You're plunged into a deep, deep darkness. A horrible smell of burning fills your nostrils and you hear the crackling of fire from somewhere closeby. Smoke starts pouring into your lungs, making it impossible to breathe...

Just as it feels like you're about to pass out from lack of air, it's all gone. The darkness, the smell, the sound, the smoke. You find yourself standing in a small room, though something about you feels very different from normal.

[OOC: While your character is inside this heart, they will be in the form of a Hatoful-style uplifted bird! What species they are is up to you; they'll be about three times the size of normal birds that species, perfectly capable of talking, and able to use their wings both for (somewhat limited) flying and as (slightly clumsier than human) hands. You're still wearing your normal clothes, though they are now cut in a style suited for birds.

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[ just a regular ol' mourning dove over here... after the usual "what the shit why am I a bird" phase, he's going to go take a look out the window. ]

Upon closer inspection, you realise the window is actually fake - what seemed like sunlight is actually just a lamp in a small alcove behind it.

You also notice that the stains on the glass aren't entirely random. They seem to spell out words, though the letters are so shaky and distorted you can't actually make out what they say. Something gives you the feeling that whatever they say, it's not happy.