Wanderers Of the Night
I didn't want to face reality.
He returned to the shore, tore off a bunch of grass and rubbed himself for a long time, clearing himself of dirt and blood. The perception of this action was strange, completely inconsistent with his new essence. But Vic only gritted his teeth angrily, snorted, and, having finished the water procedures, got out to the shore. Here he quickly dressed, the clothes were quite fit for him. Wings gathered behind his back, by themselves tightly pressed against his back. Vic even felt how they flexed against his body and descended no lower than the waist, without interfering with movement. As a result, they were completely invisible under the shirt.
It remained to wait
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