A werewolf… Man wolf… Okay… That makes sense…
*lays on her side slowly, staring up at him*
Of course, why wouldn’t that make sense…
*checks her pulse and her breath*
You shake your head as you stand up. You walk over to her, and place a large fur covered, and clawed hand on her head. “Sleep we may talk more when you are feeling better, and calmer.”
This doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface when it comes to all these multi-dimensional shenanigans, but you suppose it’ll do.
You’re just kind of tired of having to explain things.
Excellent work, Inspector.
Ahh I’m just going to keep this in my bookmarks toolbar…
It’s so perfect.
Welcome to tumblrverse.
I wish I had this earlier, it would have made getting back much easier.
Wh… You…
*gestures to his general being, trembling violently*
What…
You huff out a sigh, your cheeks puffing outward on your canine face. You talk with your eyes still directed at the ground at first, but they eventually make their way to hers, “I am a werewolf Ms. A being that is half human, half wolf. I am not a “splicer” as you first took me for. Please lie down, and rest. You are safe with me.”
“No Ms. I am Thervan. Please lie down, and rest”, you answer her in the gruff voice of your lycan form. You do your best to sound kind, but in this form that can be hard. You sit across from her in such a manner as to hide your otherwise exposed crotch. You keep your eyes to the ground in front of her, since you have yet to replace her clothing.
*trembles quietly, seeming unsure of whether she’s going to pass out or scream and run*
I… No you… Just kill me already…
“I shall not Ms. I promised you food, and I shall give you that, and more if you will trust me”, you say earnestly. “I do not want to harm you. You would be dead if I did.”
The first rule he ever learned when fighting a large amount of enemies is to never stop moving. The moment one stops moving is when they have the chance to overwhelm you. Drake takes a moment to assess his allies’ abilities, comparative to his own. Cat seems to be able to deliver massive damage, but his attacks also can spread out widely if he’s using fire magic. Thervan’s is also pretty wide spread, while Drake’s are mostly single target focused.
The Knight rushes a few members of the horde, cutting into them before planting his foot firmly in one of the undead member’s faces, before jumping back. He lands back by Cat, bouncing back on his feet again before running forward. “Cat! Thervan! Concentrate your magic on the horde and try to cut down as many as you can! The less of them there are the less they can threaten the troops!” Drake ordered as he rolled to the side, barely dodging an attack by the Beast.
“Thervan! They aren’t using heavy necromancer type magic! Purification won’t work as well here! Focus on spells that either burn or use a lot of force instead!” The knight ordered with a military like bark. “I’ll focus on the Beast and take his attention!” He yelled again, before narrowly dodging a flail from one of the undead. He rolled over the creature, before grabbing it by the neck. He felt magic flow into his arm, increasing his strength, before throwing the poor bastard at the Beast, causing the minion to splat on impact. The knight flicked the jeweled hilt, before several blades began to float around his body. Lightning covered the blades before they shot at the beast, attempting to provoke him and get his attention.
Your nausea was beginning to rise again, your focus falling in comparison. Your field of flames which claimed at least ten of the undead buggers waivers, going out as you fall to one knee. Your breathing is already heavy, sweat collecting on your brow, and it takes you a few moments to even register that Drake had spoken. You feel as if you are in a haze, the large amount of undead befuddling your senses. You have not encountered such a large horde before, nor faced a creature with energy as foul as this one. It is overwhelming for you, since you made the mistake of not blocking it out at the beginning.
A pain blossoms in your left shoulder, the feeling dull at first. As the pain sharpens, your will to fight returns. A light builds on your skin, and your eyes glow bright. The undead soldier that has pierced your shoulder with his blade seems to realize his danger only to late. You release the built up energy in a small sphere of force around you, eviscerating the undead soilder, and flinging a small group of oncoming undead backwards. Your body keeps an aura of light, a shield you have employed before to protect yourself from unwanted energy. This time though, you know the moment the shield falls so will you. Even if you win before the spell runs out, you will not have enough energy to purify the battle field. “I will do my best, but we must act quickly. I will not be able to stay lucid for long without help”, you yell to Drake, and Cat.
… How tall are you?
I’m 5’1” exactly. That does come in handy sometimes though. Very often, actually.
… I can imagine. Being six foot makes me quite the target, and then going to seven feet tall does not help.
It is a pleasure Dor. You seem rather enthusiastic about my strength.
Well, you know, someone as small as me usually has to rely on others for that kind of thing. If I ever need someone to open a jelly jar for me I’ll know who to go to 8:3
… How tall are you?
thervandregz started following you
A wolf, huh? Could be worse, I guess.
I am a werewolf. My name is Thervan Dregz. What is yours?
That’s awesome! I bet you’re super strong. I’m Dormee but you can call me Dor if you like, most people do.
It is a pleasure Dor. You seem rather enthusiastic about my strength.
thervandregz started following you
A wolf, huh? Could be worse, I guess.
I am a werewolf. My name is Thervan Dregz. What is yours?
*wipes his eye* haha, are ya feckin-i mean fuckin serious?
“Yes, Jitters. I do not joke when it comes to what I am”, you answer with a wicked grin on your face.
Except if I want anything resembling a good sleep pattern, I have to. 
