As he approached the bulkhead the overhead lighting reflected his face onto the surface. Other than the frost covering his entire body, he looked no worse for wear, but that would change with time. I’ve been feeding well of late.
Those dark brown eyes stared back at him, giving him a view of his olive skin and wavy black hair. He had a sharp nose, chiselled jaw and the body of a strongman of old. If it was not for his short stature, shorter than the average woman, Marc would have been quite handsome.
In spite of being physically in his early twenties, his height confused many he came across. He had been asked on multiple occasions which school he was attending, and in one situation was asked where his parents were.
“Laid to rest in the family crypt centuries ago,” Marc said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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