<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Amazingl he heard a rumble from above him. "No, normally I swallow head first, and I'm not so careful."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu laid down as his eyes began to close. "Oh, OK. Listen, I'm about to take a nap. I leave the rest to you. Good night, Ptricia." The form of the wolfeasel grew still as his soul entered a different realm. The muscle walls around him began to dissolve along with the stomach to reveal a white area of space. Levitating on nothing just like he was was Jiro Shuzami, a wild, wide, and gentle smile on his face, arms extended. Reizu rushed forward into his arms and embraced him tightly as tears began to leak. "Master.....You're here. Just like you said you would be." The large muscular wolf spoke in his thunderous, gentle tones.<span style="font-style: italic">"Of course. After all, I am your godfather. I am always with you. Welcome to the Realm of Judgement."</span>The wolfeasel look around after wiping his tears. "Am I dead?" Jiro laughed boldly. "Why, no. If you died on me, I would drag you back down to earth." "Thanks, Master. What happens here?"<span style="font-style: italic">"Your soul is not on judgement but rather not existant. Your soul has been removed from your old body. You are just a spirit for now."</span>"Oh. So I just wait for Ptricia to reform me?"<span style="font-style: italic">Pretty much. Come, come. I have something to show you.</span>Reizu followed his master to what was unmistakibly Jiro's home. The settings were white however, not technicolor. Jiro told his student to wait outside as he went into the house. He came out bearing a long, beautiful box.<span style="font-style: italic">"Take it. It will help you along your journey, my son."</span>Reizu took the the box into his hands and opened it. A long white and red decorated staff with sharp prongs on each end laid inside the box. "Master, this is gorgeous."<span style="font-style: italic">This is a manifestation of your heart and soul. Your weapon can change in different ways. It can be a normal staff or a three-section rod. Lastly, it can be a chain rod, too. Use this weapon as you see fit. By the way, it is assembled by your molecules so you can summon it whenever needed.</span>The wolfeasel looked up and saw that everything was faiding. "Master, I won't die! I will come back and see you. Good-bye!" The student and teacher waved fairwell before returning to each own area.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The tickling in his extremities, tail and backside turned to a pins and needles sensation, then just numbness. He also started to slip down, as if the stomach floor had sunk under him, though he could no longer feel it. An exploring hand found naked tail vertebrae, and an equally uncluttered pelvic bone and thigh bone. Further up his flesh went from furred to naked to puffy like a sponge, before it tingled, needled and vanished into numbness. It should have hurt, heck, the shock should have killed him, but all he felt was a distant, deadened surprise.<br/><br/>The numbness spread to his chest as his head sank to the liquid level, and he wondered how he was still breathing, then he realised he wasn't. His final sensation was the distinctly odd feeling of his nose bumpling against the inside of his expanding rib cage as his head pushed it apart, and the satisfying sensation of the cursed and slowly decaying collar catching over one tingling ear as his neck was no longer around to keep it on, and then the numbness engulfed him utterly.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu gently petted Ptricia's side before going unconcious. While his flesh withered away, the collar began to react violently, shaking and screaming. "Good-bye, foul object." Soon the collar was nothing more than a few molecules of nothingness. The flash of light reassembled Reizu's memories and body together as he felt his new body.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"To answer your earlier question, just slightly musky, with a hint of sweetness, a bit like soy sauce. I was right, you were tasty. By the way, I may have overdone it a bit with the support spell. I didn't realise you were still consious when my digestion was working until I felt your hand move. Sorry about that, feeling yourself being digested must have ben pretty freaky."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu grinned and felt his neck. The collar was gone, this time for good. "We did it, Ptricia. Aside from the scary feeling of having my skin burned off, we did it." Picking himself up slowly, he slipped on his clothes and walked toward Chris. "Chris. You are truly a kind band leader. I'll play every song until my fingers drop and then I'll play with my toes." He smiled happily and gave him a long hug. Letting go of Chris, he looked Ptricia in her large eyes. "Ptricia. You have done so much for me. Someone like you could've let me rot and die. But you accepted me as a band. And moreover, a family. Thank you." Slipping his hands around Ptricia's large frame, he gave her a kiss on her nose. Slowly, he returned back to Ptricia's flank and sat down. "Oh, yeah. Ptricia? When I wake up, remind me to give you the best scritching of your life. Until then, goodnight everybody. And let me know when Paizu comes." His red eyes closing droopily with a smile on his face, his white and red-striped fur gleamed in the light. This wolfeasel was truly a new person. Someone who could regain control of his life. Someone who regained a heart and a family.<br/><br/>OOC: Thank you, guys for helping my character! I will play every song that comes our way. :3