Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151205183208/@comment-27968758-20151207214214

Caius walked back in the Tavern and sat down. He was fuming. He was sick and tired of being a push over. He hated that he was so emotional. He hated that he was so squishy. He was a Werebear for Hircines sake. He was a beast, a killer, a monster. He should not feel this much.

As his anger rose, he was unable aware that his eyes had turned yellow and his teeth were becoming sharp. His hands were becoming claws. He finally noticed this and snuck to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and his anger took control.

Nobody in the tavern was aware that he had entered the bathroom, so they were doubly shocked when an enraged werebear bust the door open in splinters. A massive growl could be heard reverberating through the Tavern.