The Proper Role-Play

“Deserteous.” I whisper. The ground becomes parched. I can see JL still going slow back there. I see him weaken. No moisture will be in the air wherever we travel so he can't follow us.
 
I land and keep running.

"Son of a nutcracker," I mumble (lol Elf reverence with Will Ferrell in it)

I keep pace with the ship hoping someone will convince Alekandre to calm the heck down and let me board.
 
I keep following until the spell warded off and then run as fast as possible till I get back to the shadow and start a steady jog.

I yell up to Smighter, "DROP THE FRIGGIN ANCHOR!"
 
My spells don't wear off. They are reinforced with the power of djinni.

“Etherl Jonathan Lonestar Moscow, Russia, riverbank Ophelia.” I whisper. “He's in his house now.” I say, looking at the setting sun.
 
Galloping towards the city, the moon lighting my way...
Climbing up the walls and stabbing then eating the guards...
Knock over a lamp post and let it burn on a house...
Catching fire onto another house...
Children and adults screaming as I mercilessly cut through them...
Knives, swords, and arrows barely hurting me...
 
Ummm, read books about werewolves. Most people, once they're transformed, lose control of themselves and go to kill the nearest thing/things. And if you are in a place where no direct moonlight will reach you, you won't transform...
 
I agree that maybe they don't go on rampages, but I though they lose control of themselves, become a primal beast...


But I'm fine... Scratch my latest... 3 posts... I get into a tent and go to sleep...
 
Ugh! I had a semi-nice sleep with the djinni. Flying above the ship, the wind in my curly hair. My djinn anchored to the ship. Except when birds tried to attack us. Enemy djinn that is. I mean seriously! Birds! What lame level djinn they were.
 
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