Sucking Off A Grizzly

Their feathers stuck out from their purple/green skin and their toe nails had grown over, shaping themselves into claws. I never really understood what the mutation consisted of exactly. Only that by the end of the transformation, they became mutated, with no normal physical appearance of a human life form. Their bodies were still recognisable as being human, but the rest of their physical appearances were anything but normal. And everything odd and queer had taken hold of them. The disease was constantly stressing at their ligaments and flesh, turning them into something out of the ordinary.

They lived in tree houses. Isolated from the normal world which they were born into. Living instead in a world that had no structured society. No rules. No laws. They were able to do as they pleased in those tree houses. All day long they spent preening themselves and reading books. Each day they altered slightly in appearance. Each day more feathers sprouted forth from their skin. Each weekend they would fly to the coast to play beach volly ball.