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Lance face grew dark. " I don't know, I can try to shift, but it might be harder for me to control... I'll give it a shot, though, if that will please you." Lance closed his eyes, shutting out all noise, all disturbances from around him. He searched through his mind till he came across a dark entity, lodged deep in the darkest depths of his mind. He pierced that darkness, and his mind returned to the present. He felt a wracking pain race up his spine, and he let out an inhuman growl of rage. His eyes once more turned red, and his teeth, toes, and fingers lengthened to razor sharp points. His skin shredded away as bulging muscle mass matted with thick, grey fur expanded from under Lance's skin. His face lengthened to a snout and the last of his transformation took place. Standing in Lance's place was a looming wolfman hybrid, standing on it's two hind legs with a fierce snarl plastered to it's face. This was Lance's werewolf form. He let loose a ear piercing howl and began to tense his muscles to pounce on Ouka and Brandr. Before he could, something snapped in the back of his mind to bring him into control. His red vision unclouded, and Lance was once more, miraculously, in charge. He fell onto all fours and walked over to Ouka and Brandr, sniffing at their clothes in curiousity. He smelled wolf blood in Ouka, and his tail started wagging. Lanced screamed at his wolf counterpart, STOP THAT!! Lance was able to stop himself, and stood himself at attention. God, he thought to himself, my wolf form has got to stop embarassing me.