Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25242640-20140808001210/@comment-25242640-20140901033647

~Hisses~ "How many times have I told you I have no control over where I land? It does not matter, we must flee, or help to fight the Cultists!", I shout to Fi'ra as I begin transforming into my Godzillian-werewolf hybrid ((reptilian werewolf thing, it's actually really cool http://media.moddb.com/images/downloads/1/52/51743/lizman.jpg but gold and black)). I leap over the crumbling wall as Fireballs crash all around me, and I sprint to the nearest Cultist, ripping out his throat and tossing him at his friends. "ATMORANS, WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU. DO NOT ATTACK US, OR YOU SHALL REGRET IT!" I bellowed out in a deep voice. I sprinted to the next Cultist, not really caring if the Atmorans heeded my words or not, and I was soon in the throes of bloodlust.