Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150715162657

Helios7719 wrote: "Aye, that is much similar as my own thoughts." Fabricius. Said, before looking back down at his other notebook. "What if the killer found some way to be stuck permanently between human and werewolf form? A creature capable of sentience, of killing for sport?" "Perhaps, although the length of the claw marks does not match any signs of a werewolf I have ever seen", said Beatrix. "They are too long. A werewolf's claws may be as long as nine maybe ten inches, but these..." She exhaled. "These are gigantic. Almost as long as my forearm. And besides, a semi-werewolf still wouldn't explain why a seventy-two year old is in the perfect condition of someone fifty years younger. This is just absurd."

Anjhari watched Astien from a distance as he entered the inn, still not saying a single word. She needed to gather her thoughts. What she had seen... It couldn't truly be real, could it? No such thing could even possibly exist? But then again she wasn't entirely sure of what she had seen. Theomyr had seen it. He knew the truth. But he was dead... and the dead don't talk...