Third Shield || ACTION
*Oh, well, looks like he didn't have to wait long for his powers to come back. That feeling deep down inside his core was back. His stone. Philosipher's stone.
People on Goldenberg Street may notice a man who seems to be clawing at his tree in the front yard. Oh yes, it sounds like a funny sight. Except, it looks like the man's arms are covered in a black material, actual claws at the ends of his finger tips. They made deep gashes into the tree, a few inches long at least, the claws digging into the tree trunk like a knife through butter. He holds his hands back and look down at them, grinning. Even if it was a few days, damn he was glad to have this power back.
But on his face were small pieces of toilet paper. Looks as though he had yet to get the hang of shaving, or his regenerating powers back. He sighs and rubs at his face, looking down at his hand to see that a piece of paper had flaked off. He flicks it aside with a heavy sigh, slumping his shoulders.*
Not quite there, but close enough.
People on Goldenberg Street may notice a man who seems to be clawing at his tree in the front yard. Oh yes, it sounds like a funny sight. Except, it looks like the man's arms are covered in a black material, actual claws at the ends of his finger tips. They made deep gashes into the tree, a few inches long at least, the claws digging into the tree trunk like a knife through butter. He holds his hands back and look down at them, grinning. Even if it was a few days, damn he was glad to have this power back.
But on his face were small pieces of toilet paper. Looks as though he had yet to get the hang of shaving, or his regenerating powers back. He sighs and rubs at his face, looking down at his hand to see that a piece of paper had flaked off. He flicks it aside with a heavy sigh, slumping his shoulders.*
Not quite there, but close enough.