Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5583506-20150316030100

She giggled. "No crown for you. We may be be a clan, but we are not royalty. Even though Clan Ghost-Wolf's history and traditions pre-dates any human royal houses with at least a thousand years."

She just wanted to kiss him there and then, but she wanted her clan to get used to the idea first. "There will however be a ceremony in which you will be given this."

She pointed at the Wolf Armor. "As well as a weapon of your choosing. Once you have been given a title, I will only nudge your shoulder with Frostbite, and... that's it!"

No, that was not in fact it. She had left out one small, but important detail. Every warrior of Clan Ghost-Wolf all possessed the beast blood. In order to become a full-fledged clanmember, one would have to "evolve", as they called it. But she couldn't tell Perdix that. What would he think of it? She couldn't force him to bear the gift, if he didn't want to. Even if he did, he could consider himself lucky. Only those of direct inheritance from Ylgar's bloodline possessed the blood from Warworn the White, the more feral lycanthropy in which transformations could sometimes occur without control. If Perdix were to become a werewolf, it would be the common Lycanus. A human with the ability shapeshift into a wolf-like beast once every day.

She rested her head against his shoulder. "I love you, Perdix. You may not perhaps comprehend how much I do. Not only have you saved my life, you have also saved my will to live."