Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20150807223754

Deciding that introspection was a much greater idea than trying to converse with the others in the moving cell, Nox shut his dark eyes tight. Memories were reviewed and such, standard procedure, but what he was really focusing on was his internal clock.

What he found was not good.

A were had two changes they could make: The first was what most people feared; an unnatural, forced shift, requiring a small amount of pain, blood, and a large amount of focus. This lead to a bastardized form, mostly bipedal, with the cunning of a human and the natural instincts and strengths of the animal.

The second was less known: A natural change, caused by the full moon, equinox, new moon, etc, depending on the type of shapeshifter. This let them slip into the full form of their animal: In the mercenary's case, a Winter Wolf, able to breathe frost and give frostbite via...well, a bite or a scratch.

For Nox, it was a typical full moon. Which was actually approaching. He quietly cursed his greed: Typically he'd have been northbound by now, to hide out in a small village in the mountains and wait out his change and roam with a pack. Now, it seems he'd be spending it in a gaol.

Not his idea of a fun time.

He exhaled slightly, and shifted, running over things in his mind. And he came up shorthanded in every situation.

Gods it sucked being him!

Echion glanced at the distance between him and the snow elf, and frowned. There was nothing he could do: it was simply too far. For now, he'd let the others plan for the escape.