Post by swords on Feb 16, 2007 21:29:50 GMT -5
Kazante had flown a while from the desert, he morphed. He stumbled, injured into the house. He managed to get to his old room before he collapsed. A good rest was well needed today. Of-course, being in the house he collected the mirror beast soul and it was resting too. His room was tainted red, the floor had dried puddles of blood, it was thick, unlike human blood. This was something else. Kazante had minor injuries to his arms and burns on his feet.
