<b>RE: The Monster School (Always Accepting!)</b><br/><br/>Now he was alone. Finally. Joseph believed that he managed to get through the halls and into his dorm being unnoticed. It was a relief to him, as he didn't particularly like talking entirely. He had no real problem with talking to people general, the only issue he had with talking with people was that he often felt obligated to tell people about his past when the phrase 'So, tell me about yourself,' came up. He honestly didn't understand entirely how it came up, he'd thought about it before, but he often ignored it because it often was just a lost cause to HIM at least.<br/><br/>He decided now that he was alone, and not entirely ready to just lie down in bed to relax, he should practice. Control... Control his own emotions, as a wendigo's transformation itself was triggered by rage and it was only halted and only regressed once exposed to the Wendigo's only true natural weakness. He growled slightly as the transformation started to hit him, his clothes started to tear open as his arms expanded, becoming larger and larger, disproportionate to his human body, his legs lengthened becoming hairy resembling something that was more canine in design, claws sprouted from where his fingernails once were, he then attempted to halt the transformation, with some success. He looked at himself nodding slightly in light glee, his pants had torn open slightly now looking like some sort of weird form of shorts, his jacket had torn open, he look a step forward feeling somewhat cocky, only to fall on his face right on his nose to which he reacted to by saying, "AGH! Fuck! Shit!" The racket he made in his room was reasonably loud considering that his arms now weighed a quite abit, his legs as well, he kicked as he continued with his pained screams.