Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140112161045

(Fear not, Gold, she wears undergarments.  My you people are shy about bare skin.  Can you imagine her turning in the armor?  It would be ruined.)

Deep in the woods, beyond the marsh, Stroggvir waited with Anwen. She no longer acknowledged him, but paced back and forth, restless. He had never known many werewolves, but he had read extensively on the subject once he had become one. The most informative book had been written by Kodlak Whitemane. He had pointed out that people reacted in different ways to the change, depending upon their constitution. He seemed to feel that the more warlike and savage the subject, the greater the potential for rapid and violent change. These individuals were more likely to become permanently caught in their wolf state and less able to resist transformation. He worried that Anwen might be one of these. He himself had taken several days to make his first transformation. He was amazed at how fast Anwen had begun to feel the call.

Suddenly Anwen came to a stop, threw her head back and screamed. He tensed. It had begun.