Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160828212829/@comment-26998060-20160902120444

Kris, sighed. "So an elderly man entered the inn one day, asking for a place to stay. When my mother refused, he shouted at her in some unknown language and left.  That night my mother came down with a serious illness.  I went to the healer of our village, asking for help.  When we came back, my mother was already dead." Kris took another swig and there was a tear running down his cheek. "So ran away, because there was nothing left for me there. But it turned out my mom wasn't the only one who had a disease.  I had scarcely left the village when my body started changing.  Keep in mind I was eleven at the time.  So imagine what's going through the mind of an eleven year old werewolf, as it slaughtered an entire village.  Yes I had been cursed with lycanthropy."