Snippet #1676587

Zanetta sobbed in Sly's arms. ''I had to try....'' She cried out. Her arm shook from the sever burns, it was obvious her body was in shock with what she just done. She then looked at her arm, the pain was extremely intense and she sobbed out some more. ''Look at what I have done.....b-but I can't except what I am....w-what I am becoming..'' She sobbed out, she then sat near the fire holding her arm and she continued to look at it.

Her claw-like nails were still there and after a few minutes her arm healed but with scars. But the moving patterns were still there. Moving in all directions, making different images within the lines. Her skin on the arm was a pale purple now from the fresh scarring. After a while her face became disgusted. ''Look at my arm.....moving black lines and a purplish tint to my skin....with few thorn-like horns protruding from m-my bones......'' She wrinkled her nose showing her newly formed fangs. ''I feel the lines moving, like veins bumping blood through my body.'' She then poked on her her horns on her arm that grew from her bones and it drew blood and she sobbed some more. ''What? Now I can't even touch someone without hurting them?'' She then ripped part of her dress and wrapped it around her arm to cover it and left the end hanging so that it was like a long sleeve to hide her claw-like nails.

She sighed with few sobs, she dried her eyes and looked up at Sly and smiled at him warmly. ''I-I am okay now....I think....I just have to accept it right?'' She asked both in sadness confusion.