Riku reached his room. Opening the door he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, locking it. Taking off his robes and weapons, he crouched down into a meditative stance, his rotting lips forming incomprehensible words "Must hide my appearance..." With a few more words a black smoke surrounded his feet. Taking out a case from beneath his bed, he took a purple vial of liquid and drank it. The smoke enveloped his body quickly, and when it was gone, Riku stood there intact before he was killed the first time. All his fur replace, the white fur to cover his body the scars and burns gone and bushy tail regrown. The smell of Rotting flesh gone, replaced by a soft scent of juniper. His horse, rasping voice changed back to a refined accent, reminiscent of the south of England. And his bones all shifting into the right places.
He knew it wasn't going to last however...In a few weeks he would deteriorate again. But he liked to remember how it was before he was tortured to death. Summoning his robes back, he left the room, heading for the Dining hall...it had been a few years since he had last ate
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