Feral by Kromag

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Kromag entered the courtyard slowy and caustiously. He did not know why, but he felt really very odd. His blood still burned like it was on fire, this was unusual. Usually it goes away once rested from battle, so very strange.

"I am here, what do you want?" His voice sounded ragged and torn, as if stressed.
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The Tauren lowered his gaze as Kromag entered the courtyard, his intense chocolate brown eyes fixating on the orc. Strands of thick, nestled hair rose on end with his entrance and Graywuld let out an odd sound, raising high on its hind hooves. Grengori's brows rose, gauntleted hand falling to pat the kodo's cranium in a soothing gesture. "Whoa there, Gray..whoa...there is no need for alarm..It is our friend, Kromag."

He offered the orc a friendly smile and extended his right hand toward him; large, sausage-like fingers outstretched to catch what he hoped was an offered wrist or hand of greeting. A comraderie of sorts he thought he'd gained with this particular Grim, given the couple of times they'd joined forces for the common evil. "...I must admit, you do not seem yourself. What plagues your troubled mind?"

His voice softened, the wisdom of the Tauren escaping him low, bassy rumbles that bled forth from his mouth. "..I will not judge you, Kromag..so there is no need to feel threatened in my presence. I offer you my ear, if you decide to speak unto it. And I hope I may be of assistance to you."

Free fist clenching itself to his heart and extending in a militaristic salute toward Kromag.
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Kromag watched the Tauren carefully. Bowing slightly he tried to force out a smile but to no avail.

"I have some minor issues I am dealing with at hand. It has seemed to have gotton worse, I am losing more and more control. My blood burns with a taint of suffering and darkness. A lust for the blood of those I fight, the desire for battle, raw primal instincts take over. I can not control this my friend, I am going to hurt someone soon.
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