Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140113025018

Anwen's lips stretched across her teeth in a feral grin and she trembled, growling. Alarmed, Stroggvir gripped her shoulder. "Anwen." She tried to shake him off. "Anwen!  Listen to me!" he growled close to her ear. She turned her head to him, finally.

"Fight it, Anwen.  It's too soon.  You can't use it so often or you'll be stuck.  You'll be a danger to the others here.  Fight it normally."

Anwen took a deep breath and nodded. "The beast calls, Strog," she whispered.

"I know.  Oh, I know."