Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-5543592-20140201221743

Daithi, who had been literally beneath where Anwen was tearing the Anchorite, was throughly disgusted. Werewolves had always disgusted him. It was a perfect example of corrupting power. After Anwen was... finished, he pushed the bloody caracas off of him.

"Oh this is just great." He muttered. Daithi rose to his feet. He was cover in blood, most of it not his own, although a fine stream was trickling out from behind his helmet, down his back.