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The Thought of becoming flesh intrigued cold stare. Not sure if the giant could see him or not. The offer to control the flesh had little in the way of negatives. If he died then perhaps cold stare could keep the body. The task was simple enough. The wraith moved into the physical space not knowing what to expect.

He could feel the air in the lungs and the weight of the body. It was intoxicating. As the warmth flooded his senses that he now had the loss of the undead status and abilities that came with it was a small price Cold stare wouldn't even register until later. Cold stare couldn't move the giant or preform actions but just being here with blood beneath flesh was its own reward. The smells of the battle and the sounds of the surrounding area were all a welcome experience. He would stay in this flesh forever. 

It was not meant to be. The pull of the curse began to cause a small trickle of blood from the eyes and ripped cold stare from the body willing or not. The warmth and the senses were gone. Enraged the shade tried once more to possess the giant but the curse made him only an image unattainable. Cold stare learned insight during the few moments of warmth about the giant and his past. Some of his thoughts mingled within the wraiths mind. This was a new power he would use for later.