Chapter 11 Intricacies of a Curse

• I roved barefoot through the forest, the hood of my cloak pulled up. I wore some leather pants, but they were badly torn around the ankles from me constantly catching the hem on twigs. I’d had a shirt for awhile, but I found I hated them.
• I struggled to get used to them. I didn’t like the feel of cloth brushing over my chest and flowing around me to get in my way when I tried to do things.
• I moved in a way that I knew was inhuman. Jerky and fast. Spinning in one spot to turn. Walking in long strides to get where I needed to go.