Shivera sat at her favorite spot on the shoreline. She was deep in though; reminiscing on her days back with her tribe of the Lutrinae people. She remembered how her father was always traveling the world and would come back with fascinating tales of his adventures. One thing he always said that always stuck with her was how people weren't very accepting of "our kind." Shivera stared into the water, holding her favorite rock. When she decided to venture out into the world, her closed-minded father gave her this rock. He explained how it had an enchantment which would give her a human form, but as all things, they do not last. Shivera saw this as a positive. She thought that people would be accepting of her, especially since she is in a town she helped create. She watched as her human hands turned into claws and her peach skin grew with brown fur. The enchantment has worn away and she was finally becoming her true self. After a few moments as the enchantment faded away, she looked down and saw that the transformation back to normal was.....an otter success.
Post by Griff the Smith on Aug 2, 2017 19:20:08 GMT
Griff sees the werecreature known as sheevra. He pulls out the silver manacles.
Ok sheevra, don't kill me.
Griff seems to be having his sword at the ready. Don't you worry. They said a destroy formal magic can cure you. Man I am gonna have to find out who turned you. Please again don't kill me. Gonna kill pearl for unleashing this curse. Griff is inching wth the manacles.
Stop your rabble rousing and save it for when it counts. Tis the middle of the day no full moon in the sky and she is acting completely calm. So unless you plan to go torturing people simply because you feel you have the ability to do so. Settle your mood and find something constructive.
Or continue rousing trouble until you find no one has time for you or your games.
Post by Griff the Smith on Aug 4, 2017 4:57:16 GMT
Griff straightens up after that comment.
Friend, first off if you knew me, you would know, my honor is never to torture or kill with out meaning. I am not some mindless brute. I have seen were change for no reason. I have faced them in battle head on. I know they can kill or maim with out provoking. Second, don't assume you know me at all. I have put these towns safety above all else. Even when all of you whine and bicker, Griff is the one to take action. So until you can prove you are not a spineless guppy, don't talk to me like that. I give everyone the respect they deserve or earn. You sir, so far have earned nothing from me. Now unlike the others, i would do almost anything to save them. You sir will find no allies with this War dog til earn it, which I would be surprised cause so far. All I see is talk. Since this is now up to your ranking military officer, honey, I will leave her in peace. But don't be surprised if Griff doesn't come to your aid.
A pleasure to see you. I was explaining to Griff the difference between a Were creature and a the so called scavenger races. He apparently did not like me pointing out that if good woman Shivera was a were creature in a turned state that placing her in silver bindings would be the same as torture.
I would be happy to discuss the matter at length though I do need to contact some individuals about the purchase of various goods.
Aah ... Yes Shivera has not many people told that she is an otter scavenger. She believed that people her not would accepting. I hope that she more pleasant reactions will having or she maybe get afraid that she right was.
Shivera, completely lpst in her own thoughts, realozes what's happening. She sees Griff walking away. "What was that about? There's a were-otter? Wait... Me? Omigosh! I knew people would think I'm a freak! Shivera scrunches her face in disapointment.