[Lady of Lore]: 394.Sacrificed to some wierd god, I think not

Willowharp opened her eyes and blinked for a moment, confused. “Well laying here on a table about to be sacrificed to a strange deity, what to do? Well, I don’t know. I do know that who ever these strange masked people are who have decided to bind me to this rather uncomfortable table are very strange indeed. Why while away the time by singing strange music that sounds terrible and out of tune? I do know that they shouldn’t have chosen me for their ritual. Ah, I’ve decided what to do now. I hope they aren’t disappointed.” She thought with a slight laugh.
In one moment all was well for Amn-Hmnu’s people, they were proceeding with their secret sacrifice of a maiden to their goddess of Sanity, Logos when all changed forever for them. A brilliant glow enveloped the sacrifice before they could strike, stunning the worshippers. The woman’s body began changing. Feathers and fur rippled across her skin and her body was growing larger at an incredible rate. Talons and paws ripped through the cords binding her to the table as she rolled over. Two large chestnut wings to burst from behind her shoulder blades as she stood.
“KraaahhhhhhrrRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRrrrrrrrrr” it bellowed, the sound resonating between a roar and a screech. Then before they could comprehend the magic before them she leaped from the table and whirled through their lines in a whirlwind of feather, claw, and paw. Toppling the stone statue depicting a man with thick black rimmed spectacles, a pocket protector, and a rough version of a calculator in his right hand, to which she would have been sacrificed, with a mighty heave of her shoulder. Willowharp stood before the worshipers in all of her grycanthrope grandeur. 
“I think not.” She says before swooping out, never to return.


By the [Lady of Lore]