IC: The beggar shifted a bit and groaned. Dro'Raska looked up and watched him closely. Hopefully he wouldn't be angry. Maybe if I give him a few coins, he won't mind. And it is still cheaper than the bar Dro'Raska thought hopefully. The beggar rolled over, a blanket covering his face. He flipped the cover off and looked into Dro'Raska's eyes. A great wave of terror washed of Dro'Raska. He opened his mouth and a thunderous roar tore from his throat resounded through the city of Cheydinhal. A horrid beast of a man, maybe not even a man, stared at him blankly.
His face was swollen, with boils and bubbles of pus erupting from his skin. His cheeks were swollen and huge, making it seem as if he couldn't open his jaw. Drool slid slowly down his bumpy face and wetted his chapped and cracking lips. Dried blood, snot, and mucus covered his nose making Dro'Raska pull back in disgust. His chocolate brown hair only remained in tufts of roughly cut and uneven on his now awkwardly misshapen head. The beast sat up, pus bursting from the boils to reveal huge swollen joints and muscles. His arms were lopsided and he sat uneven, leaning to one side. Dro'Raska glanced back at his eyes and saw that they looked trapped. The only part of him that was remotely human were his eyes. They looked longingly at him and suddenly turned back to the blank stare they began with. The creature, man, or beast grunted with what seemed to be much effort and lashed out his arm. The fingernails were long and sharp, like claws. Dro'Raska, despite being a nimble Khajiit, almost didn't dodge the swipe which came forward at surprising speed for what he expected. He glanced back to the man's eyes one last time and this time they didn't looking longingly, but instead a look of pure rage and oddly hunger.
They sat there for what seemed like ages when finally the beast's jaw dropped, revealing teeth. There was a large variety of teeth in his mouth, broken, chipped, sharp, pointy, dull, blunt, and some were even missing. But they were all brown and rotten. The stench of its breath hit Dro'Raska with full force causing him to wince and rub his now stinging eyes. Then the jaw snapped shut with such ferocity that chips of teeth, spit, and blood flew through the alley. Dro'Raska crawled backwards picking up his pace. Finally he turned over and picked himself up and ran. Another thundering roar escaped his throat and was heard over the rain and thunder.
Dro'Raska looked back and saw the creature lumbering slowly out of the alley, so slow that he could walk and stay safe from that atrocity to humans. But he ran, and let off roars every other step. Bounding towards a large building Dro'Raska turned and saw not the one monster, but ten, twenty of those horrid beasts lumbering off in every direction out in the distance.