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Please don't be that...anything but that...
Flexing my left hand, I sat on the edge of my bed and removed my glove. Due to an incident years ago, my hands were a network of scars kept flexible due to the material in my gloves. Looking at the scars, I saw that the edges were becoming blackened--and not by stray filiments or fibers. Flexing my hand again, I frowned as it refused to close any more than halfway.
Putting my glove back on, I began to pace as a thousand thoughts went through my mind. I was sorely tempted to transform into my dragon form to see if the changes carried over but I was scared to.
Unable to sleep, I began making rounds of the ship which would take me a LONG time for all the decks and secret hideaways to look for any more intruders.
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