Before you stands the towering figure of a Lord of Change, a patron of the god Tzeentch. Usually a horrific mass of feathers with an almost vulture-like apperance.

However, this one was, erm.. different, compared to what you've heard of them. You imagined them more as gigantic, horrific vulture-like beasts that towered even over Imperial titans in sheer size. What came forth was more akin to a humanoid with features resembling a mix of an avian and a beaked dragon than what you imagined. It was also only twenty-two feet tall, or six meters. Very small. And it was equipped with.. distinctly feminine body assets, including a fine bossom kept covered by two strips of fabric forming a simple bra and wide hips and thighs, with a simple, long loincloth trailing down the middle. Otherwise, it was wearing a simple helmet of sorts that only covered the top of it's head and left the impressive mane-like mass of feathers on the back of it's head exposed. It also carried a staff appropriately large for it's size.

It- or rather she, looked down at your comparatively small form. A mere mortal. The sclera of her eyes was a bright amber, and her pupils were dark slits and were currently piercing through your soul, as if looking for any tinge of.. something.

Suddenly, she spoke, in a deep, somewhat distorted, but still distinctly feminine voice.

Well? What is it that a mortal like you could demand from a patron of the god of change?