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Jorg The sudden jolt of being shaken awake made the Half-Drow jump, red pupils widening and her hand reaching out for a blade she no longer had. Adrenaline shot through her veins, and she had an anxious expression to her face, as if she expected something to have gone wrong. It took a few...

Jorg Well, it appeared the cursed one would take solace in sleep. Watching him do so was weird, as he would curl up among himself. Kind of like a dog or a wolf. Rest would do them good for them both. She still wasn't certain if she should rest or try and stay up. Persistence lasted only...

Jorg It was a hard concept to process. The Half-Drow was raised by a hermit Fullblood and the beings she interacted with were either captured for his experiments or surface dwellers wanting to kill her. As her wounds on her leg were evidence of all contrary, she made a gesture. “Chance equals...

Jorg Now why was this cursed one wagging his finger at her? It annoyed her. Her eyes would narrow further and she would twist her expression into a tight face. Never mind his rationality. “Both same.” Then again to Taboo, it was more of a self fulfilling prophecy.

Jorg A singular brow rose at Jorg's commentary, those twin pairs of red irises staring at the werewolf. She was well aware of the bad reputation. Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave a shrug. "Stupid humans. " as those were the ones she normally had to deal with trying to kill her...

Jorg Prefer to see the sun? That prompted a loud "tsk" from the Half-Drow, as if the thought of it was pure misery. "Why? Humans hunt. No think. Act." there was a heavy dose of prejudice and bigotry bleeding from her voice. Ironic considering her situation and her own acts of hunting down...

"No." Not above ground at least. Taboo knew very well how others perceived her kind to be. Which is why she kept to the underground around the place the Fullblood hermit had called home to his experimental lair. "Underground." she added, giving him that much. "Hunt maybe. Track yes."

Jorg So wait, it had been the moon at first. Now he was confusing her. There had to be something that triggered the change in between. The more he spoke about it the more she wanted to narrow it down and figure out what it was. A thought came to her. Perhaps she could take him back to the...

Jorg The Half-Drow shook her head from side to side vehemently. "No. Different. Not same. Cursed pulled by moon. Always. I see." she told him flatly. It was a curious scenario.

Jorg Things were making less and less sense. There had to be something different about him. Why was he like this? That avid curiosity in her chest to place him in one of the iron cages and figure it out began to burn. Ugh. If her leg wasn't hurt and she had the toxins to knock him out...

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Jorg So there were specific triggers? That was curious. Part of her wanted to test it out. To get something sharp and start poking at him to see if it happened -- from behind a proper iron cage of course. Dark thoughts, but it was the pragmatic side of her that she learned. One could only...

Jorg That he even admit that meant something, but it was hard for Taboo to not imagine that he could very well shift in front of her into a wolf. She tucked her legs a little closer to her chest. "No moon. Ever?" she asked. So this was at will at any time? If so, this was dangerous.

Jorg Wait, no moon. Now she was equally as interested as she was concerned. In her experience with the Fullblood, they only did the change with the moon. This was troubling if it was outside of those confines. What happened to cause it? A fluke? Or some sort of magic or alchemy? Before she...

Jorg The disappointment was pretty evident when he told her that the woman he had met was human. That wasn't interesting at all. He made up for it with the second tale. "He transformed? No moons?" or was it on a full moon? She clearly wanted to learn more about the story.