Mia 42, 81364. Character: Fenrir Halton. Wearing: Warm leather jacket, long jeans. It was cold in the mountains. But Fenrir did not notice, and I doubt he would have cared if he did. He had smithing to do, and he would by all means do it. It was not very interesting. Mine ore, smith weapon, chuck in pile. That pile, once sufficiently huge, would be given to aspiring young fighters and crafters. It wasn't very high paying, but if that were the reason Fenrir was there, he would have stopped a long time ago. Of course, Fenrir did not want anyone to know that the sensitive person handing out free weapons to children was him, the strong, dark and mysterious smith who went missing every Tessera, to return in winter. No, it was his sister, shapeshifting to a weary young lady. She would hand out one to whichever child showed her kindness. It was then that Fenrir realised that in amidst his memories, he had stopped working and was just sitting there on the floor of the cave. But, since he was already off his feet, he decided it was about time for lunch. Searching through his bag, he found nothing but a spare pic. grumbling to himself, (he did not like to kill unless absolutely necessary) he went out to find a Varsinid or something of the likes. Unfortunately, he forgot about the virtually vertical drop outside of the cave he was working in. Falling down the mountain, and cussing along the way (you never know the colour of one's vocabulary until they fall down a steep and rocky hill) he came off with a few bumps and bruises. Standing at the bottom of the mountain, the strong snowy wind rippling his grey fur, Fenrir thought about nothing but getting back up. Tessera's work gone to waste. If only he had a ladder... But no. He'd just have to retrieve them next season. So he started trudging through the thick snow, leaving tracks as he went, trying to decide what to do. If only there was help...
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>hi Who:Ilektra Shirana</td></tr></table> Ilektra had been trudging through the snow. Tonight was going to be a full moon, and secluded herself. When she saw someone in the distance she let out a moan. She dug her paws into the snow, and her tail into the ice. She bit her tounge to keep from crying out to keep him away. She wrapped her arms around he body trying to keep warm. She was insane, she could have brought some coats.
Fenrir stopped. He saw a figure, shivering in the distance. It seemed like a violet pendragon, and female. He remembered his siters remark about never being able to resist helping the fairer gender. He smiled, she was right. He made his way through the deep snow toward her. Once he reached her, he offered her his coat. <span style='color:red'>"Are you alright?"</span> he asked, with an air of concern.
"<span style='color:purple'>Please, back away</span>" she moaned, she could feel her bones shifting, and her fur twisting. Her legs were growing, more bulkier, and her arms were growing, her claws as well. She let out a howl of pain, and watched herself growing, and her bones and fur shifting, twisting and tightening.
Fenrir blinked in surprise. He suddenly realised why she was alone in the mountains. He watched her transforming, it was terrifying. Not one to lose his cool, he dropped the coat at her feet, and began to back away. <span style='color:red'>"Keep the coat. I don't need it."</span> Keeping eye contact with her, he said sorrily, <span style='color:red'>"I don't have any food. Sorry."</span> And with that, he began to run. Hard in the snow, but he was going as fast as he could. He really, really didn't want another fight. Not after his last...
