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[ofsecondkryptcn]

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With a grunt, meaty paws moved to rub over the bountiful curves of his heavy muscle breasts that with the waters that sluiced along each slab, it was almost as if they were bragging about Kai’s renowned power. But to be quite honest, it was just inconvenient --------- stopping some mad scientist who got himself a lab rat that suddenly grew a thousand times bigger with five extra set of eyes, ten more limbs that were all slimy tentacles, and a penchant for screeching out and spinning in wild brandish.

All in a day’s work, really --------- even the part where it burst into a slimy carnage after Kai punched his way out of his gullet and brought the whole lab down with it. And there he was; in some river in the middle of the woods close by with his clothes by the bank—if they were still considered clothes, really… all tattered like it was just streaks of fabric onto his body; one that he was ridding off slime and grime as he soaked under the yellow sun. Was he somewhere in Europe? Eh—he’d fly --------- the more amusing part he was almost surprised that he wasn’t in Japan. Kai just sighed on, pecs swelling into a roll as he continued on to see to the task; enough that his senses weren’t as keen to catch onto company.

[mcstercfmcgic-a-blog]

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Curiosity. Caution. Each of them grasped at the magician into a steady grip, more so as he weighed his gaze onto his guest. Wendell, was it? The man to which chance encounters had proven to have much greater yield to be questioned --------- not that the man held much suspicion; especially not when he actually put in his best efforts to help out people. Though as admirable as it was, Wendell’s brand of talent isn’t exactly what Judy Garland would jump up and down onto. Chaos, as much as it is a part of the great cosmic design, leaves a lot to be desired --------- though it is with that very reason why Wendell was right in there in Shadowcrest; a good heart will always have potential for greatness. Zain wasn’t one to turn a blind eye when it came to lending out what he knew.

“How are you feeling?” the magician’s smile was warm, though nonetheless was just as weighed in concern from the last time that they had met. And as if on cue, the teapot floated to tilt itself and came to spout out a gentle flow onto the cup meant for his guest.