Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141105034103

Lorcan looked behind himself. The shadows had pretty much hidden him from Ranwulf's and the others view. He let his hands fall to his sides

"Alright, here we go." He muttered to himself. At his sides, his finger nails slowly grew darker, as metal-hard osseous tissue built up in them. Lorcan grimaced as the cuticles of his figners slowly split back, and his nailplate extended outward and ever so slightly upward, until he had six inch long, stiletto-like weapons grown from each finger. He'd never get over the feeling he got when he brought out the claws. A mixture of disturbance and awe. Disgust and excitement.

Lorcan looked up and continue onward. A low growl escaped his lips,  "Come get me."