some time passes, but Angder just whimpers, and remains wrapped in his coat, what WAS he?
He really did not know anymore... he crawls out, his left arm now was like a mantises, with a long blade attached to what was his wrist, as well as the claw that was once his hand. his right arm was mostly unchanged, though it had lost some fur, and his skin was much tougher.
Thinking. He was still thinking. He was not completely insane... not yet... he crawled to the door, his coat still wrapped around him, he had to find somewhere with a mirror, he had to find out what he is...