Werewolf stories were certainly not nonsense. Nanook was living breathing proof that werewolves were real. Marissa might have thought that he had merely gone crazy and was making all of this up. That wasn't true at all. Everything that he had been feeding her was actually truth, and it could very well have rid her of all of the problems that she had been grappling with.<br/><br/>Due to his particular affinity for this music scene and the associated fashion, something inside of Nanook also liked the way that she had done the natural blonde coloration with the purple mixed in. However, he wasn't just here for music. This was the one opportunity that he had gotten to actually speak to her in earnest.<br/><br/>"When you become a beast, you will be the dominant personality and can easily rip her to shreds, even in your head. You will be in control of everything, or at least the moon's glorious light will be." That should have gotten rid of the idea that the other girl could have won and made Marissa cease to exist. It wouldn't happen that way because Nanook had hoped to open up quite a violent streak inside of her that would have allowed her to fight anything of the sort. She probably would have realized that from his words at that point.<br/><br/>"It would hurt like hell followed by the ecstasy of a heaven painted in holy moonlight. I would rend you to pieces, let that sickly curse seep into your wounds, and then let you transform. Once you had, your healing abilities would be beyond what you could ever have imagined."<br/><br/>She would eventually be powerful, if she had gone through with all of this. In many ways, Nanook had hoped that she would be just like him. There were many things that he eventually had wanted her to pick up, and perhaps she could have aided him in making this world a better place by punishing the guilty.<br/><br/>He had under the light of the full moon. Perhaps she now would have understood a story or two recently about hardened criminals who had apparently been attacked by a wild animal.