Binkie gritted his teeth angrily, clawing at thew bedclothes, almost shredding them, his garagnir form had decided to send him through the slowest, most painful transformation possible. First, it would make him grow in size, to as large as his skin would let him, then, he would begin changing the appendages, then, then he would turn completley Garagnir. Binkie yelled with pain, but he bit back tears. he fought a loosing battle as he began to grow, his flesh swelling and his skin turning more rocky. He roared angrily and his form reverted. He then lay on the bed, shuddering, a sheen of sweat covering his form and his eyes screwed shut. He gently let go of the bedclothes, exauhstion overcoming him and he silently fell asleep. His breaths were horribly laboured, every breath seemed to be sending more and more lifeforce from him. He was visibly growing weaker. Blood, again, becan to weep from the puncture wounds in his waist. Today was not fun.
[Draggin' Binkie out]
