<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">With a heavy sigh Ezekiel watched as his men began loading the boat with the treasures of the night. Newly made widows walked back to their homes, some not so mournful ones even walked off with a crew member for a quicky in some dark back alley. Ezekiel on the other hand needed to get out some of the adrenaline that he still had after the battle. His blood was still pumping and he needed to let off the steam.<br/>
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While his able bodied crew men took care of business at the ship, Ezekiel headed for the woods, his bone cracking and skin ripping as a change took place. His perfectly manicured nails grew long and sharp, his body grew hair over every inch of it and he himself rose a good three feet from his original height. His once hazel eyes turned yellow, and his face began to morph into that of a wolfs. Wagging his newly grown tail, Ezekiel took off, the breeze from his sprint whizzing past his fur. His tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth as he 'frolicked' through the darkened woods.</span></span></span>