He awoke to pain and disorientation, his eyes slamming shut when a barrage of colors assaulted him. After several attempts, things started to slowly swim into focus. It took more than a few minutes to push beyond the disorientation and catalog the locations on his body causing said pain. Therefore he actually hurt too much to panic, much, when his inventory covered more than as a human he was equipped with. The little detached part of his mind was amused when he paused upon finding his wing and tail were causing the daggers in his back.

He had a tail... and wings...

He almost passed out again. He wasn't human anymore.

He couldn’t describe the emotion he felt as he cautiously re-opened his eyes, forcing them to focus.

Is this going to be a problem?

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Unknown, we are putting a biped into a body it is not familiar with.

  His gaze traveled down his... arm? It stretched out to the side and was covered with bright silver scales and his fingers, or whatever they were called, ended with long black claws. He closed his eyes again, confusion warred with panic at the memory of what he had seen. After a time he tried to move his arm with little success. Gradually, the pain seemed to fade except for the sharp spike in his right... wing. He cringed away from the thought as well as the pain. Instinctively he focused on his damaged appendage. Shock coursed though him as he felt a heat and the easing of the pain, as well as a shift of balance. It suddenly occurred to him his wing had been broken. He wondered for a brief moment at how fast he had healed... at least he thought he had healed his wing.

It achieved mental stability quickly.

  With the pain gone, he begin thinking about his situation. A feeble attempt to move again ended with failure, so he had little to do beside think. For one thing, he had no clue where he was or how he had gotten here. Come to think of it, he had no clue what he was, let alone where he was. Good question that, what the hell was he? The shock and panic returned with a vengeance when a screen appeared in his mind.

RACE - Planar Dragon

BREED - Silver

AFFINITY - Fire, Magic

CLASS - Ancient

ALIGNMENT - ????

Health - 62%

Mana - 85%

WTF?

Parameters are good. Success is predicted

Not understood. Obvious mental distress.

It is still conscious.