Huntertabbysandshark3
The lord of randomness and the warp
Rouge had been excited for her meal, but recoiled when she felt herself lose control of her body. She had met people who could possess others, she had trained with some when she was younger. Despite that, she still found herself getting possessed. A rather large red welt mark had appeared where she had hit herself, and, while it quickly healed, her face made one of disgust. “I never liked getting possessed...” she muttered, brushing herself off as if she had gotten dirt on herself. She didn’t try again, she didn’t want to, and she didn’t think it would work. “Gal’gore huh?” She decided to sit down, moving out of the way of the general walkway. “I’ve been alive almost 500 years and I’ve never seen something like this...” she muttered, tapping her fingers on her temple, as if trying to remember if she had. “So, what’s this Gal’gore fellow like?” She asked, curious now.
Marcus/gal'gore
“Wow that’s a long time miss but umm... hey gal’gore... err you wana talk?” He asked to himself moving out of the walk way and sitting down infront of her as she asked the question “well simple young one I’m a mana wraith just your norma power boosting body hijacking spirit” the voice was the same one coming out of her mouth before it was creepy in some regards a child sounding like a middle aged...man? “And this young child is my permanent host Marcus sweet boy a little on the oblivious side but better then a sword”