Laying up there my eyes began to gloom. It wasn't shadow, as I had played fore - the gloom became an entire color, keeping me from my advances to slay, as it halted my vision. I didn't thrash, or even flail to remember who I was, I knew I had practiced for better than to be a mere Slayer. But with all the fun I was gaining this effect over my eyes was an obstacle, itself. In a few days I chose to slither around to force a choice, fore I could of been nearly blind if it wasn't for my primeval skills. That's when it peeled off, and I comprehended that my whole body was shedding this peeling skin of my body, letting me know I was armored, and letting me know I was more a weapon than armor, fore my eyes could never close, only might would happen to my existence when ready to age further.

After an hour or two the shed was off. I chose to leave the area where it was, as armored as I was I didn't feel like a Slayer just yet, I comprehended that if I shed my skin thanks to my scales then the prey I eat are already able to acknowledge their faiths and beliefs, mightily quicker than I had learned. So, through my thought of having fun with slaying primevally, I thought about being a Burglar and the options I had to vs prey's rival-animals guiles with a scythe of viperous actions, to be Foe. It'd take considerable advances now trying to attain that might over my slaying to belong where I live, and that was the beginning to why I left my shedded skin instead of protecting it's area like a Warrior. The only way I'd make King of the Vipers would be from stealth or marriage, now. So, the slithering away happened... Primevalling me fore my destiny.