Czernobog felt it as soon as his eyes opened for the day. Although he still felt like the hollow, aged oak tree that he had come to accept there was something new. Something fresh. He blinked away the sleep and noticed the smaller hands. The small hands that were wrinkle free and clear of liver spots.
He adjusted to the strange feeling of being ancient in a young boys body and went off to find someone who could explain just what the hell was going on. Frowning didn't feel quite as powerful in his new young-boy skin as it did when his furry, gray eyebrows furrowed.
He found Zack, sitting, He wouldn't have known it was him however, if the large blade they had perviously discussed hadn't been at his feet.
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Date: 2008-10-15 08:21 pm (UTC)He adjusted to the strange feeling of being ancient in a young boys body and went off to find someone who could explain just what the hell was going on. Frowning didn't feel quite as powerful in his new young-boy skin as it did when his furry, gray eyebrows furrowed.
He found Zack, sitting, He wouldn't have known it was him however, if the large blade they had perviously discussed hadn't been at his feet.
"You. Sword boy. What the fuck is going on?"