<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/c62f/i/2017/260/f/2/felannar_commission_by_tamikaproud-dbm5te2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Oxenbridge Hewitt</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1383223)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Now that Malia mentioned it, he had never quite felt this good.  His body had been perpetually bruised for the longest while.  He had suffered broken bones, cuts, scrapes, burns...  and, as a matter of course, he had never lived a day of his life without pain (at least, for the last decade).  But even his nagging injuries--like his broken toes in his right foot and the throbbing, numbing pain in his lower back...  well, they felt as good as new.<br/><br/>"Holy shit!" He couldn't get over how good it felt to bend over and stand straight, because he did it approximately three times.  He then twisted at the torso, and repeated:   "Holy shit!"<br/><br/>He then sat down next to Mina.<br/><br/>"I feel great!" he said, astonished.   "What did you do to me?  Will it go away?"  He was afraid that this was temporary.<br/><br/>