Fields of grey to one side and an ever-long expanse of darkness over-arching above, covered the vision of Horaz as he groaned in pain, but no normal voice emit from his mouth, only growls and groans not of his own. He has been lying on the ground for several hours now since he woke up. Still, nothing but the feeling of constraint is felt throughout his body.
The restriction binding his body at current did not include his tail, it moved in slight twitches, like spasming muscles but on the elongated appendage. That very lively part of his body wanted to move like it wanted to be free of him because he was being an unholy nuisance for not moving around. That’s just how it is, if a part of your body grew its own life, the least you could do is become accommodating of it, or control it because you know you’re the stronger one.
Delusions and dreams don’t come hard in this state he’s in where Horaz deliberately sleeps through his consciousness and lets
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Hi, Nate here :) Seems like the novels getting longer by the chapter and the end is not nigh but struggling afloat. That's why to all those who passed by to read or tried reading my story, thank you.*bow deeply* You may not comment or say anything untoward to the story, but I do appreciate and hope you enjoyed it. Following through this story has gone through some unexpected turns. From trying to justify the lack of romance to f*ck it and let the lack of common sense become THE mentality and psychology. The fact that I did a bit of shortcut for the characters to meet again is quite unoriginal and almost too slow burn, but it comes with the territory of world building. Either way, a hint that the coming arch would be about Horaz and most of the experiments. So, buckling up for some mild violence and gore needs to be fore warned. It's not as inhumane as one would think, but it is sometimes my hidden pleasure to draw out words just to say "its gross," "it hurts," and "i don't want t
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