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"Why does this one approach the prison?" Talin asked, now letting his hood face Luna. After a moment of analyzing the curious creature, Talin spoke once again. "Now if you care to see what lies trapped within this shell, follow me out. When the sun hides, the true form is taken."

Any time he ran into those with even the lightest amount of shaman training, they always thought he was some kind of demon, dark spirit, or shadow creature. None remembered the dragons, having died or gone into hiding so long ago. If it weren't for the curse, Talin would be with them in the afterlife, but his prison kept him safe during the day. Most who would hunt "creatures of the dark" would run off after he was unaffected by holy magic.

Talin could sense what lied deep in his approacher now. Every second he was finding more and more inside her head. Her fears that her family would be harmed, that she would lose control, or that her beast inside her might do something she could not even think of. So many thoughts and memories and fears and wants, all wrapped in a pale, toned shell.

Yet, Talin could not truly place what the girl was. She had more than one form, that was obvious, but it did not reside in her memories. It was a beast, but no more could be found. And a word, werewolf, kept popping up in her memories as well, leaving Talin lost as to what it was. In all his time in Centri, Talin still had not met another multi-former. He was curious to say the least.