TheULTImateAngel

 Rhys leaned forward, examining his own face in the mirror as he tended to do from time to time, no matter how often he checked his appearance he could never accept or get used to it. He wasn't born with his face in that state... Naturally the shape and face structure was still his, he looked a lot like his mother but with his fathers hair colour and eyes.  He wasn't bothered by the brown horns that protruded from behind his ears and pointed upwards- It was pretty much a distinguishing feature of his fathers race, so that was normal for him. The things that he was not born with were the patches of green scales that littered his body and most