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chapter 7
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I clicked my tongue looking in the full length mirror in the room I booked above the Alleys, I stood in P.J bottoms looking at the image that looked back. tall 5'6 broad should frame, sun-kissed skin, sleek compacted muscles like I had at 19, wild black hair that falls into my eyes in the front at the back brushes my shoulder, eyes a mix of green, black and red the colours looked to be forever swirling. I sighed it seems my height is really a throw back from the third big war when those assholes got hold of the crew and I, they experiments on us, I was nearly 6 foot going into that war when they found me i was touching 8 foot, they wanted a weapon to use they just turned the nine of us into more demon like.
I eyed skin covered in scars, some hidden by illusions the ones I got from my wolf golems, the one under my left eye, the one from the 'Dark' lord, five claw marks on my left cheek down to my throat cutting lip, ear and nose nearly hiding the one under my eye, back cover in scars from Vernon belt scars. Torso and arms full of scars from the seven months I lived in the Amazon rainforest when I was eight.
I got left behind after Vernon knocked me out ended up in a magical area that can trap those who can use magic, a pair of squibs found me or I found them. I then spent five months with a women by the name of Elsa to recover and heal before being sent 'home', I still see here now and again as she is dating Shanks as he was the one to take he 'home'.
I fingered the violent fang scars on my neck from being bitten by a vampire a year ago, then the Wolf fang marks on my stomach from the same night, I am luck my other form and soul cancels out the venom before it could change me. that and my immunity from last life passed over, that is going to be a pain to get drunk later in life.
I clicked my tongue again watching my image do the same, I tilted my head looking at myself, I look older maybe 15 in stead of nearly 12 as my birthday is in about a week.
I looked around the room taking in all my shook things then one of my familiars' curled up on the bed, a Hell hound pup, she is three months old looks like a new born. she was dying till I found her in the guilds kennels/animal healing area, her magic called to mine, only our bond is keeping her alive. With an luck my magic should heal her to what she should be within the next few months.
I dressed in jeans and a red top before grabbing a light jacket, I put on my boots before grabbing my bag and the pup Pandora placing her into the breast pocket as I put the jacket on and leaving the room. I left the sand-bar inn for a day out in the alleys controlled by the wolves and reborns.