I just came here to point out that "fhtng th§ ¿nsp§kb" is a tag. I guess that's the name of Oleander's pet, which seems to be a spider/SCP-1471 cross.
A third of the way through November, and I never had a story burning in me so have not been doing NaNoWriMo. But seeing this second image, I'm reminded of the online RPG where I was going to play an experimented-on pegasus guard. Some mad scientist nabs the guard, and rips off his hide to replace it with a proditor's skin (Fallout world, a sub-race of zebra with red, instead of black stripes. They fought with the ponies, and thus against their own kind. Equestria would be in much worse shape without them but nobody liked or trusted them) a changeling's eyes (after which our ersatz overlord discovered the glow does NOT impart darkvision or, indeed anything other than an unavoidable telltale of where the creature is standing in an unlit cave) and a horn from a stillborn unicorn fetus (this worked; the subject learned basic levitation and illumination spells).
The sandbox escape-the-laboratory story never quite gelled. Every player wanted it to be a different kind of story, and I had to try to play up 'lawful stupid' while drawing out the "Dear sweet CELESTIA what AM I now?" angle.
Maybe I could work up his re-intigrating with life story. That could be fun. He can still fly, but the scars hurt in the cold air. Oh, yeah. The scars where his new hide was sewn on are all highly visible, and no being part-zebra doesn't actually make him amazing at alchemy, it just makes him harder to see in a lush strawberry field.
