Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-203.173.159.60-20140607075345

Za'ryia's eyes widened at the Ring, but then her eyes roamed over Ja'aza's form, observing her injuries. Her hand released her sword hilt, and a ball of golden light appeared in her palm, the magic swirling slowly. "Za'ryia is no mage, but this one is particularly good at Restoration." she whispered soothingly, outstretching her hand towards Ja'aza's side. The golden light lengthened into a tendril, the magic twisting like shimmering vines. Almost instantly, Ja'aza's flesh knitted together, the skin mending and the blood flow ceasing. All was left was a pale scar. Za'ryia severed the magic, looking triumphant and pleased with herself.

She then noticed the warriors around them, her ears twitching in annoyance. They had outnumbered them by a large amount, forming a circle around the Khajiits. The Beast inside Za'ryia snarled at them, clawing at her mental walls, desperate to attack these warriors. The silver rings in Za'ryia's eyes spun faster, and she knew she was very close to transforming. She addressed the Orc coldly, her ears flattened against her skull, her sharp teeth bared in a terrible snarl. "If we are monsters, then we shall fight as monsters!" she snarled, removing the mental walls around the Beast inside her.

The transformation was instantaneous. The silver rings in her eyes grew outwards, so they now took over the whole iris, blotting out the icy-blue that once coloured it. A horrible snarl escaped her lips as her entire skeletal structure broke and reassembled themselves, muscles popping and growing to support her new form. Darker, thicker fur sprouted across her skin, completely covering her body. Her limbs lengthened and grew, her claws becoming sharper and longer. Her face elongated, forming a protruding muzzle with powerful jaws and sharp teeth. As the last bone popped into place, she raised her head and let loose a terrible howl, announcing her presence and challenging all to face her.

Za'ryia growled, her muzzle wrinkling into a snarl, her sharp teeth the size of daggers. Her silver orbs found Ja'aza, and she spoke to only her, using her mind, ''Za'ryia hopes this form does not frighten you. This one will say a warning though; Za'ryia may lose control, and if that happens, do not hesitate to end my life swiftly. Before that happens though, let's take care of this pest problem! ''

The Werewolf then lunged at the warriors, bowling them over with her claws. She slashed at them, her claws as sharp as knives and just as deadly. She clamped her powerful jaws around a Redguard's neck, her teeth digging into his skin.