Vol nodded, interrupting, "The Thu'um is a vital part of Dovahzul. The ability to turn su'um, breath, into power. But, magic never obeys. Lu neh thaar."
Vol paused, keeping his voice steady and calm, "I ask you, do you know what 'Vol' means in Dovahzul? It means 'Horror.' There is a reason I go by this name. A reason I wear a coat by the fire. A reason why I have too many horns for an Argonian."
Vol stood up and cast his coat aside, revealing the wings folded against his back. He strecthed them, each wing joint popping loudly.
He lowered his voice, staying as calm as he could. "I was born a Dragon. In the far reaches of Winterhold. I spent a few summers there. Until a coven of Hagravens decided to use me for an experiment. In much the same way a man turns to Werewolf, I was turned into Argonian. But only halfway."
Vol sighed, "There was an accident, and I it's only survivor. I can no longer shout. I can no longer fly. And I am no longer Ahvulon. Now, I am an abomination. A horror. I am Vol."
"That is why I asked such a seemingly simple question about Vampirism."
Vol stood uneasily, awaiting the others responses.