Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-11457306-20131231235602

Torene kicked open the armoir door at Makoru's shout and ran out onto the landing to look down over the railing. She gasped at the sight below her, not because she had never seen such, but because she knew he was the cause of it and she knew it must pain him deeply. "Makoru!"

Anwen woke in the forest, clad only in the cloak which had given her the guise of the wolf the night before. Blinking in the sunlight, she sat up and stretched, a bit sore, but none the worse for her night's adventure. Well, she had some bruises and cuts, to be sure, but she felt okay. She rose and went to find the camp, where her armor was stashed. She felt...sated. Flashes of memory ran through her mind of blood thirst and carnage.