by Griffolion » Mon Jan 01, 2007 6:20 pm
Griffon had been walking in the direction that Elebrium and Olos, roccomendeed to him
it was getting late and the moon was starting to come out (Griffon is a very special type of lycan, he has the blood of old lycan in him, and old lycans trasnformation effects are very unpredictable) and he was growing worried. "We may run into a problem this night, you two, and its not just demons and rouge elves im worried about, if something begins to happen to me please refrain from sticking your weapons into me, unless i become increasingly dangerous, just then it happened "it happening!" Griffon half growled, half moaned.
He was, once again becoming an Old Lycan. everything he wore remained on him, nothing teared. And all his clothes remained intact
Lycan Griffon howled at the moon, and spoke in a very rough voice "We must finish this tonight, before i must revert and leave my hosts body exausted, such is the cost of a lycans abilities" He looked to Olos and Elebrium, who bolth were much smaller then him now. "Come!" Griffon roared and he then began charging into the center piece of the castle, he knocked three groups of unaware elves out cold on his charge.
(WHERE ARE YOU OLOS, AND ELEBRIUM!)
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