Haunted House (Eraithus)

This room gave him a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like something was terribly wrong. Though his eyes did not seem to decieve him in the dimly lit room full of mismatched creatures. Somehow they were a bit beautiful like there was purpose to them. Something or someone had to have put them here. Eraithus didn't know what state of mind this creature had been in but he certainly hoped that they hadn't been in any pain. It was when he approached the scattered pieces with his limp that something curious happened. A small voice echoed in his ear... Fix me almost like an itch. He lifted a back leg to scratch at the inside of his ear for a moment.

Did he listen to the voice or did he not? He didn't want to intrude on someone else's work. If he tore one down Eraithus was afraid he would anger a spirit that haunted this place or otherwise. His eyes turned to the voice again even though it really wasn't coming from anywhere. He hadn't really tinkered with anything before but he didn't try he couldn't say that he was helpful. Even with the pain in his paw he made an attempt to fix what was there like it demanded to be done. Eraithus didn't want to anger it, so he would do as the voice said.

Fix them