<strong>Library, Western Mage Tower:</strong>Galens thick digits pulled at the gold cord that tied his earth toned mage robes closed His grin spreading further as he watched several common mages stop whatever they were doing to take in the show that was about to begin. Galen had a certain..... reputation amongst the undermages and many of them were eager to see if the Third really lived up to his brutal rep. The robes came off easily showing off a body built for hard labor and harder punishments. Massive muscles rippled under polished mahogany skin. Arcane swirls in black and green covered his hands shoulders and legs, marking him as a Bio-Mage but, what really filled Anyas vision was the thickly veined cock that now rested against her pale cheek. "Open wide Bitch! Time you put that smart mouth of yours to good use."<br/><br/><strong>Level K - Section 4 moving towards Section 8:</strong><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=62788.msg2946362#msg2946362">Quote from: Marvin on 17-04-2010, 09:39:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>“"Ugly monster coming through, stay clear."”</strong><br/> <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The man screams as he runs from the Minotaur. Legion turns the elongated head toward the fleeing human smiling a bit to see he is not the only one to have woken up naked. easily he directs the creature in the after him, surprised at the half rotted beasts speed.<strong><em>This creature is fantastic! I shall catch him easily.</em></strong><strong><em> I am not a Creeature Masssster, I am Minos! </em> </strong>Legion's consciousness shifts uncomfortably as he becomes aware of another in the body with him. Random images fill the necromancers mind as Minos personality grows.<br/><br/>....... A man with sandy hair in a soldiers olive drab uniform looking in a mirror........a night full of flashes of light, a bright explosion of white light and heat,.......... faces, that seem strangely familiar to Legion, looking down their hands covered in blood,.......... terrible amounts of pain,......<br/><br/>Minos/Legion leans heavily against a door collecting thier thoughts after the onslaught of memories. None of which, Legion is fairly sure, are his. They instead belong to the monster he inhabits. They blink collectively, looking with confusion at the strange man with feather tattoos who sits perched atop a computer in front of them<strong><em> who the fuck are you?!! </em></strong>Legion tries to ask but all that comes out is a dry raspy bleat from the minotaurs dead throat.<br/>