"I'd hardly describe being an animal as wild and bloodthirsty, Mr. Harmarth." Petra replies, skeptical. "Unless the animal in question has a disease, like rabies, for instance." She pauses to think for a moment.

"But something of a similar nature can happen to my kind, as well. If forced to stay in your animal form for too long, you will start to take on animal like features. Like small fangs, or oddly colored eyes. Eventually, your human form would be lost forever. It's a cruel thing to do to someone, but I've seen it happen, and been a victim of it once myself." She did in fact, have a small set of fangs, her upper and lower canines slightly longer than normal. "But you don't usually loose your mind to quickly, people have stayed trapped in an animal form for days before finally turning feral." She looks away, and something passes over her face, an expression to quick to catch.

"Anyway, it would be safe to say that you are far more cursed than I am."

Micheal had found his way back to the dark forest that surrounded the Wolf's Head Tavern. But it appeared as if Micheal was covered in blood. It was not Micheal's own blood though. It was Draco's blood. Micheal just stood there with bewildered eyes and his pure white fiery mane seemed to change into a dark black fiery mane. Micheal took a step forward with his sword drawn in hand and as he approached the group of beings Micheal stopped for a split second but very soon after he stopped Micheal exploded with white fire and then appeared to be normal. Micheal turned over to his shoulder and smiled. I beat him and that is that, thought Micheal as he finally had done his true job in life. After his little adventure with the group of beings from earlier Micheal had been transported back to his home realm where he was greeted by Draco. However the battle lasted many hours but soon Micheal killed Draco and took his head off. After that Micheal found the way back to the tavern again and this time Micheal was slightly different. In order to Draco, Micheal had to unleash the very animal that he truly was. Micheal had become the vicious predator and now he was a true gladiator. Micheal neither walked the path of the holy or dark fire but the path between them. All that was going through Micheal's mind now was one thought, I am the flame.

Jonathan shook his head.  "You've never seen a wild Worgen.  Bloodthirsty's about the only way to describe it.  I heard at one point that the druidic origins of the curse have something to do with a being named Goldrinn - a wolf demigod - and more specifically, his rage.  It would explain why it's so aggressive.  Being lost to the feral state is a more basic part of the curse.  It's only through external help that any of us have been able to reclaim our human identities."

Jonathan reached down and pulled one of his knives from his boots, tossing it up and catching it deftly, a fiery red glow bursting to life around the blade.  "I've been working at it.  There are ups and downs... you can imagine how some people can react to someone like me lurking about town, regardless of how common they might have become lately.  On the plus side though, the strength and agility of the form is invaluable in my line of work.  Not to mention the hightened senses."

"Being able to turn into an animal, or take an animal like form is very common in my world. My entire family is composed of weretigers like myself. Of course, we live in an estate all to ourselves, so a humans are not common. Countries are run by whatever animal group is most prominent there, white tigers like my family and I have partial control of a few countries, and then full control of one larger country, while other animal groups are spread out in their own regions." She paused for a moment, shifting her wait and glancing at Selesia again.

"And I don't really think of myself as cursed, the way that your kind seems to be. I was born a weretiger, and my animal side is just another natural part of myself. It must be very hard to live the way you do."

as the new being approaches, a naked blade in hand, Gawain's hand reflexively drops to his own blade, drawing it half out of it's scabbard as the recent arrival bursts into white flame and begins to transform.  seeing that he's shrinking rather than growing bigger, however, he allows it to fall back into it's sheath and instead hails the now human appearing man.

Micheal saw the man calling him over. Micheal walked over but as he did so his flame changed to a mixture of white and black. Micheal was both dark and light now. Micheal's mane was now smoldering like a fire place but there was evidence that there was still heat coming from it.

   A long ear twitches in the brush, Bunny observed the group below thinking;  'You disappear a minute and and everyone decides to have a party in the woods.'

Selesia watches the newest man for a long time before she puts her attention back to where she has been looking at and growls as she heads in the direction of Jack. attempting to look hungry, she stopped from time to time and took in some deep breaths before crouching and leap\gliding at the brush where he is hiding.

"Ah, you made it back as well, Michael," Shara says calmly, resting a hand on the knight's arm to keep him from attacking. Sudden motions, fights, and dragons were never a good combination. "Welcome back."

he relaxes as the Leonin restrains him, she apparently recognizing the newcomer as a friend and ally.  he pulls his hand away from his sword and instead extends it in a friendly handclasp, saying: Any friend of Shara's is a friend of mine.  Gawain McLiam, at your service, sir.

Jon shook his head, an almost startled look in his eyes.  "Man, passing it onto kids... now there's a possibility I'm not eager to explore."  He looked up, back to Petra.  "Back before I finally lost myself to it, I spent the better part of a year trying to fight against it, making life a living hell for myself.  More than once I came far too close to hurting people I care about because of it, and it interfered with a couple of missions.  One attack in particular, someone had to shove me through the retreat portal because I was still trying to find something to attack.  I admit, I tend to have rage issues in combat, but the curse made it a thousand times worse.  To be perfectly honest, if it weren't for the support of friends, and..."

Jonathan paused, and looked down for a moment.  Reaching under his shirt, he pulled out a small, glowing vial tied around his neck - it had been hidden until now.  He stared at it for a moment, his expression softening significantly.  "...and someone else very close to me, I'd have never lasted as long as I did."  There was one more thing to say beyond that, but the fact of it was unbearable for him to admit to himself, much less anyone else; the fact that the Modas Il Toralar - the people he despised so much, the ones responsible for the torture he'd been through during his return to his people - had, by and large, been the ones to "save" him, though it had not been their intention.

    Bunny looked up at the dragon.   Selesia could see from the higher angle his hind quarters settled a bit as if readying for a jump.  But the great rabbit simply asked "I left a little friend out here have you seen her rabbity princess type?"

In reply to Jonathan Harmarth (msg #490):

"I would think that passing on...whatever it is exactly you're cursed with to your children would indeed be very bad. But we both have completely different scenarios. For creatures like myself changing forms into an animal isn't a bad thing that makes you crazy, like it seems to do for worgens." She watched as Selesia seemed to get ready to pounce on a rabbit, and was surprised when the creature spoke, but she had seen weirder things before.

"Does changing forms hurt at all for you, if you fight it, or just in general? I'd really like to know the mechanics of it, is it simply instantaneous, the way it was for you to change into a human?"

"It doesn't really hurt, but well, it's a weird feeling.  I think it's been maybe... a month or two since I was brought back, and I'm still not really used to it.  It definitely hurt at first though, but that was when I was still fighting it, before it had properly taken hold."  He followed Petra's gaze to the Dragon, and his eyes widened slightly as he recognised the rather large rabbit.

"It doesn't happen instantly either.  It only takes a few seconds, but it's definitely more of a transformation than a sort of... "poof" sort of thing.  I gotta say, the sudden surge of primal power and impulses is a hell of a rush for the first few seconds, before you calm yourself back down again.  If you do, anyway, which isn't always a priority.  In a combat situation, sometimes it's better to let the rage do its thing."

Jonathan realized then that the rabbit that had identified himself as "Bunny" earlier was asking about that smaller rabbit Violet.  "Hey, Bunny," He called over to him.  "Last I saw Violet, she was with the others, I told them to go ahead back to the tavern, though I don't know if they did, or if they're on their way here, too."

She halts and lifts the tilts her head before looking around. could it be that this rabbit spoke to her? usualy they run away but this one speaking of princesses.

She quickly moved behind Petra and put her neck and head under the companions arm with a growl to the rabbit. "that beasty spoke!"

    Bunny sat up grinning, those who haven't met him before get a chance to realize just how large the man sized rabbit is.  As he rises from the brush his wild apperance seems somewhat tamed by the short sleaved shirt with a folded collar, and short pants with a hole for the tail.

    Turning to look at Jonathon;  Thanks I get nervous about the little ones.. They're to easy to lose.  From the look of pain that flashed in his eyes he wasn't talking about misplacing them.  Looking over the rest of those present; "A good day to you folks, in this form.. well I'm called Bunny."

Shara eyes the 'bunny' with half-amusement and half... something else. Dislike, maybe? Embarrassment?

"It's getting a little crowded out here," she murmurs. "Does anyone know the way back to the tavern? I could use a drink." She pauss, then looks through the forest, thoughtful. "Then again, I wouldn't mind seeing what else is out here. I hear there's ghosts."

Tavern?  Why would there be a tavern in the middle of the woods?  then hearing the other question/statement, his head whips around, an eldritch glow coming to his eyes...

Jonathan looks around at those assembled for a moment, scratching at the back of his head.  "Uhh... someone else with a bit more experience with this whole thing want to explain?  I only found this place today, myself."

"This place is like a fork in the road of all worlds. There is a Tavern located here that is good for shelter and peace of mind," said Micheal as he then looked a the knight looking man. "Think of this place as a cross roads center. From here you can go to different planes," said Micheal as he knew about planeswalkers but had only meet one. That certain planeswalker had given Micheal a major headache due to mind magic.

Petra looks around at the group, considering her options for the time being. She didn't want to go back to the tavern, she would much rather stay in the forest. While it wasn't the forest she was familiar with from her home, it was still a natural environment and it made her feel secure.

"I will not be going back to the tavern any time soon, I find structures like it to be unsettling. It doesn't feel quite safe to me, what with all the commotion that goes on." She says, scanning the area.

"Actually, I was thinking of going hunting, if anyone wants to join me."

Jonathan's head whipped over to Petra at the word "hunting" before he winced slightly, shaking his head a bit.  "Part of me wants to, but I know exactly what that is.  For now, I think I probably will head back to the tavern."  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  This was all starting to pile up a bit.  More than anything, Jonathan simply wanted to sit back for a bit and let things sink in.
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She nudges Petra's side before lifting her head and backing to a side.
""You look light enough to fly with. That's if you want to hunt from the air that is."" She growled a chuckle as she lowered her front.

"As much as I would love to explore the wilderness, and find out what kind of herbs and plants and things there out here - and I hear ecotplasm makes for a good binding agent in certain concoctions," Shara grins, "I think I would love the company of a few good drinking partners even more. I'm heading for the tavern. Who's with me?"

It would be unseemly to leave you unaccompanied through the forest, dear lady.  I will escort you, if you are not adverse to the proposition? the armored knight speaks up.