<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bee and Barb: His room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open if anyone is good enough to be in the room. >_><br/><hr/>Kreios ascended the steps quickly, hands beginning to shake lightly after he was out of sight from his current comrades. He didn't know Freya would be climbing up to a room soon, either, so while the hall may be empty; he'd have no way of knowing if she seen it. His hands pressed against the wall for a brief moment as shivers overtook him, the flesh of his body rolling in a mercurial flush. It contorted for a moment before he reinforced his will, retaking control over the urges that were already paying through his mind. He felt his canines elongated as his tongue brushed along them. He hadn't felt the beast like this since before he'd come to High Hrothgar, the place seemed to keep it at bay.<br/><br/>Regardless, The Companion pulled himself together after a moment. And with no further delay, he opened the door to enter his room. There the feeling came over him yet again, and through sheer will alone did he manage to lock the door before falling to his knees. Hands came up to clasp his breastplate at that point, fingers fiddling until the pieces snapped apart. The flesh the metal had been hiding contorted unnaturally, seeming to roll along his bones before his head arched back with a shallow growl. That action seemed to pull his body back under his own control, and the rumbling stopped as he shivered from the effort. Shakily raising back to his feet, The companion began to unclasp his tasset.<br/><br/>The Armored kilt dropped in but a moment, leaving Kreios to simply remove his bracers and leggings before he reached the bed. Luckily a pitcher of water had been poured next to him, which he quickly snatched up. He brought the entire thing to his lips as he drained a copious amount, then poured the rest over him to cool the fire that seemed to blaze over his skin. The clay dish dropped afterwards, leaving the Companion to stumble to the bed before collapsing upon it. He laid there for a few minutes afterward, eyes drooping with a the heavy feeling of sleep threatening to overtake him. He fought it first, not wanting to pass out before he knew the beast was fully cowed. But should no one interrupt him, he falls asleep after about an hour.