Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150313115534

Lazarus Grimm wrote: She sat down on her bedside and put her fur cloak to the side on a nearby chair. "The blood of Warworn the White", she explained. "It's unique among werewolf-kin. Like normal werewolves the Ghost-Wolf family can transform at will, however we also suffer from a side effect which causes us to transform at full moon as well, whether we like it or not. During this particular state, we cannot be reasoned with, unlike normal werewolves who retain their intellect. This gift... or curse, whichever you prefer, can never be cured. Ylgar received it as a gift. It's in our very blood. To cure it, would most likely mean the same as to kill us..."

She shrugged and sighed. "Maybe that was what Sturkas was trying to do..." It pained Perdix to see her hurting like this. He wondered what had brought it on. Perdix shook his head fervently. "Don't think like that- he had no right to.  You don't need to change.  You're perfect just the way you are." Oh, Sai, did he really just say that? He was going to make himself puke.