<blockquote><div><cite>Glaive wrote:</cite>"I think Lianth should tell his story instead. I want to hear about what life is like from a werewolf's perspective." Glaive suggested.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Lianth chuckled and grinned. "Oh, it's interesting in a way," he said. "And it's certainly different from all<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>," he added, gesturing around him. "For one, I didn't spend half as much time all furry like this as I do know. Human shape was a lot lot more useful back home. I mean, it's the clear winner when humans rule the world and you and every other damn thing that goes bump in the night is trying to keep hidden in the shadows. You can't run around willy-nilly looking like you stepped off the set of a Hollywood flick..."<br/><br/>"Anyways, it was interesting. You had your human life and you had to try and balance that out with your duties to the pack. With hunting and all that jazz. We almost had it easy. Most packs in New England weren't very competitive or combative. I say<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>because there was a reason we weren't fighting each other. Bigger fish to fry. Sometimes a mage gets a bit too egotistical, pulled up into their own hubris and goes just a little batshit. Or the dead don't rest as soundly as they should. Or a bunch of eldritch horrors pull themselves out of some lake or the ocean or some freakin' sewer pipe."<br/><br/>"It's a good thing I wasn't Alpha though," he said, shrugging his shoulder a little as he smirked. "My sudden disappearance is bound to be a burden, but not so much as if I were leading the show."