Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141227022405/@comment-5583506-20141227025701

It was freezing outside when she removed her armor and her clothing, but it was better than ripping them them to pieces, she thought. She stashed the apparel safely behind a rock along with her sword and just precisely in time she started to feel the change come upon her as the influences of the moon made her very blood burn inside her veins.

She fell on her knees in the snow and clutched tightly to her chest and groaned in pain.

"Fuck..." She coughed loudly. "Just... make it... quick..."

It was no use to ask. The nature of a lycanthrope was not about being quick and painless. She screamed when she felt her ribs relocating inside her chest and the bones within her loins to bend backwards until they snapped.

Hair burst out of her skin and her entire body was in an uproar which she couldn't have stopped even if she had wanted to. Even her mind began to twist against its own nature. Thoughts about fighting and honour soon turned to primitive ideas about hunting and ripping animals to gory pieces... Prey...