| Subject: There are things far worse than death. |
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Wyrd.
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Date Posted: 11:43:44 12/29/02 Sun
Crimson eyes opened as through waking from a dream. Emotionless, they scanned about at the leaving Shadow Watchers, each disappearing into the shadows. Wyrd paid them no mind. Underlaiden instinct forced him to move, to search. He'd undergone some minor changes since being with Valenthe and absorbing the Crystal Dragon's scale into his own network of complex magical workings.
The once red plume on his head was now green, veined with orange. His talon had become more threatening, sharper and more dangerous than before. Where the fur became scales, the scales had become transparent, glittering irredecently, and the tip of his tail had split, hidding something like a switchblade of bone within, sharp and lethal, and tapered enough for piercing it could go through even the thickest of hides.
None of this was his own doing, but the result of being exposed to so many creatures in a short time, and the different designs of magic he'd been subject to. The crystal dragon was completely no threat to him anymore than she was before. No vampire would stand even a breath of a chance, and even demons would know fear before him. But then even gods and goddess' would have something to fear, as well any creature of good. Chaos had been thorough.
But it was all completely useless. There would be no sense of self and motivation until he found another to bond with.
Moving to his feet, he started to wander slowly north, perhaps there would be a new subject to expose himself to.
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