Re: promenade ; elevator
He felt dizzy, a combination of nerves, heat, and pain, which created the feeling of loss of equilibrium. It was affecting the thought process, creating a general panic instead. Could this man help him? In a place that offered luxuries, tempered with a sense of foreboding, he wasn't sure. Could it be stopped, cured even? He didn't flinch away from the grasp, willing to try anything. "I'm - ." Tongue ran over dried lips, fighting over words.
He removed his hand from the ragged cloak instead. It was elongated, misshapen, changing. At the palm, it had stretched nearly a foot. His fingers curled at the ends, more like claws than fingers now. The skin underneath was raw and red, inflamed from the damage. There were pads rising up, first thought to be blisters, and the nails - were no longer fingernails. Black and hard, the claws were small, yet growing. Coarse hair was beginning to sprout through the skin, not human but animal, and he had a hunger that was growing as well, although it was second to his body.