Finally, the moment alone that he has been do desperate for. He was back in his room in the manor, and while it wasn't as good looking as he'd want it, he knew he could work on it like the rest of his territory or let the system handle it by upgrading it with the territory like his wall. Never the less there was a mirror in the room and he could finally get a look at himself.
His skin was still the same black as night shade, but his tattoos had more details to them, just like Eze the blues had reds outlining them, while he seemed to have a strip of white running from the middle of his forehead, over his hair and down His back to the tip of his tail. His tail was also longer, and Cole was in more control of it than normal as he could actually wrap the damn appendage around his waist like a belt. He was taller, but not by so much as his horns were curling back against his head, though his back felt heavy for some reason, but not by much.
