No matter how many times a snake sheds its skin, it will still, and will always be, a snake.
My mind toyed with the idea of casting a spell that would turn Vladimir into a serpent. Not the huge and dangerous ones though, just the tiny and harmless kind. It would fit his personality perfectly. "You're persistent. I'll give you that," I said as I turned around to face him. I stayed still where I stood, halfway through the stairs. From where I was, I could only see parts of Vladimir's face where the light from my mage fire touched him. "You never know when to give up, do you?"
Two rodents as large as cats chased each other across the floor before the prison bars, their red eyes glinting beneath the shadows. Loud and high- pitched squeaks filled the air. I tried to follow them with my eyes.
