Tery chuckled, the gravelly baritone seeming to carry a growl, now.<br/>"True, worgen are creatures o' th' Wild. Th' original worgen were Druids o' the Fang, infused wi' th' spirit o' th' wolf god, Goldrinn. 'owever, 'ey couldnae 'andle th' ferocity o' tha' form, an' thus succumbed tae bein' beasts. Ravenous, cunnin' beasts, but beasts nonetheless." He slowly stopped his sketching, closing the book and setting it aside.<br/><br/>"Tha's wot I learned about 'em from th' druids. Those worgen got locked away in th' Dream, I believe it was? At any rate, 'ere was some sort o' meddlin' - as I said, I 'aven' really looked intae it - an' th' curse could be spread tae 'umans. No one else, though. An' it doesnae affect paladins, either. As tae bein, 'just a human'." The Gilnean stood and rolled his shoulders. Then he changed.<br/><br/>Before her, his skin began to darken, fur matching his hair sprouting as his limbs began to stretch and twist. Hands became claws, teeth changed to fangs as bone, muscle and sinew grew and reformed. He grew<i>bigger</i>, adding a couple more feet to his already impressive height. As the transformation finished, he let out a howl that echoed over the isle, called back by the moonfang on the island's opposite side. He laughed at the sound, then turned to look down at her, eyes glowing that stark blue color. His clothes had shifted with him, somehow, though his shirt seemed rather snug on his torso. His boots were somehow gone, as his large lower paws were visible now. And his right ear had a notch in it, which might have been missed in his smaller state.<br/><br/>"So," he rumbled, his voice noticeable, but with an echoey growling undertone, and a few octaves lower. "Still 'not all tha' spectacular', love?" He grinned, showing off his pearly fangs, though not too many. No need to scare the poor woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>