[Lol, thats okay
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*Zack continues to force himself into a deeper and deeper hypnotic state. Eventually, he looses concousness entirely and hangs limp. His armour then, suddenly, compleatly falls off in various pieces. Evidently the only thing holding the pieces in place was magic. No straps existed. Benieth the armour, however, lay a sight that even took Lucinda aback for a moment. Riddled across Zack's body, He was now naked except for some slightly bloodstained shorts, were scars and burn marks of all kinds. Some scars were old, some surprisingly new. various runes had be carved into his flesh at various points in his life. Their were random, unexplanable tattoos of other symbols. Their were also countless burn marks and branded sections of his fur and skin. And in places where their had been no scars, tattoos, or burns were cuts and gashes. Most from fighting, but some were even self inflicted. Some splotches of his beautifly white and silvery fur were forever stained a dull red, from his own blood. Zack, now compleatly exposed, hung their unresponsivly, in his self-induced hypnotic state. Compleatly numb to the outside world.*
Topic: Kiss of Death (Read 42027 times)