Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-26510374-20171003002128

It started coming back together.

Was I finally controlling myself in this form?

The anger remained.

But for a different reason.

A memory of someone flashed in my head. The Necromancer. He lives in Balloosh. I trusted him, but he was the one who rallied the villagers against me. He is an arctic wolf- one with power.

I wondered if he was the head of this mob.

I scrambled up another tree and screamed. They say in stories of The Bog Beast that its cry is even more horrible than the noise of a demon falling from Heaven.

Panicked cries erupted, but in a few moments they were rallied up to stand and defeat me by the brave but foolish villagers.

Admiration sparked through my mind. Even though they all might die, they did this for the safety of their families (even though I would never harm without reason and some probably wanted to defeat me for their own conceited gains).

I leapt into the crowd, screaming the most horrible scream I could and flinging the nearest villagers about.