The Proper Role-Play

Dusk approaches rapidly, and I here werecats transforming on the eighth plain. I fly into the woods, searching for the... Werewolves. I needed a pack of them and some centaurs and possibly goblins to kill Marcus.
 
I start to wake and I blink slowly clearing my blurry vision "Whe'm I?" I mutter and see Marcus. Oh no...Isn't he evil? Then again I still haven't chosen my side... I think to myself
 
Meanwhile, back at the infirmary, the thin, sickly patient wakes. Completely lost and panicking, he jumps off the bed and rushes to the door, with superhuman speed, trailing medical supplies.

Suddenly, it remembers what it came for.

"WHERE IS IT!?"
 
I can finally see fully and tries to stand up "Erk..." flops back down from the pain in my head. I continue trying to get up and continue to fail miserably. I look out the window. "I haven't been out too long for anyone to miss me" I whisper quietly to no one in particular
 
Marcus realizes he left his house unguarded so he hires 50 of moscows finest mercenaries to patrol his house
Then he go's back to the cat and said I'm glad I still have something to keep living bearable
 
OOC
Wow thts small!

BIC
I can finally fully see and try to stand up, I fall back down from the pain in my head. I continue to try to get up but keeps failing. I look outside to see the snow has risen drastically, I'm snowed in. I sigh and look around.
 
OOC,

Did you sign up zaln?
I suggest giant, werewolf, angel, troll, ogre or any other race besides the ones used for your signup.
 
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