Loam

Lord in heaven, I never expected this when they threw me in that cave back in Gelda, Loam thinks as he finishes splitting the last log with his ax. A rather large pile has gathered behind him, all for tonight's feast by firelight with the latest (if not one of the more unusual) visitors to the Manimal Nation. Free from the chains of Peasantry, a lab subject to Minestus, and.....other things!

Physical exertion always felt good to the seven foot tall silver furred manwolf, and the act of wood chopping always did have a way of centering the mind for Loam.

Loam, as per habit, dunks his head into a nearby water though. A fine spray was let loose as he shook his mane of silver hair. He then walked over to a book that the recently constructed printing press had cranked out, and again studied some of the more esoteric items that Manbear Synizn had revealed in his many years of study. Loam, like all the other Manimals, were in awe at what the former dragon knew....and bemused at how....much the dragon wanted desperately to learn from them!

Loam smiles as he takes up the book, and pauses in remembrance of how he'd initially been frightened and disgusted at changing from his original five foot nothing (but stocky and muscular) human body into the seven foot tall humanoid wolf he now wore! He'd feared that the years he'd spent learning the forbidden art of literacy (forbidden by the evil Duke Drederigo D'Honaire)...everything he'd struggled for....was forever denied him. He'd feared he'd be cursed to forever bay at the Moon at night and crave the flesh of man! Fortunately, he'd found out that while being on the Isle of Dragon Moreau (and initially being a manimal) had several bad thing about it (not being able to read had REALLY incensed him), he was more than relieved that he not subject to being a murderous beast. Eventually, he'd even grown to love being part of the Pack, and was happy to find out that it practiced a form of government that had.....fired his imagination (and eventually gotten him thrown into a dragon cavern to be eaten....just for being associated with those democracy rallies in the Kingdom of Gelda). His fiery temper had died down a bit (in part to the subtle property of the empathic nature of manimal lycanthropy back then), and in part to being taken into the inner circle of trust by the seemingly willing quisling and fool, Carradene.

He'd mellowed over the five years (to this day) of wearing the skin of a wolf, and had even grown to admire (and love like a very DEAR brother), the son of House D'Honaire: Frederigo.

The young knight turned Pack Leader turned out to be a wonderful leader AND a daring young....manfox.

Loam's furry brows crease in consternation as he just remembers that he should be meeting Fred and the delegation of griffin over at the Chapel where Fred and Alicia were wed....months earlier!

Loam gives off a muttered oath, berating himself, and rushes as quickly as possible in humanoid form, to the designated meeting place. He could arrive their in Full Wolf form but.....

1. Unlike other beings who could shift their form, Manimals couldn't shift without ruining the clothing (as little as they wear) and other items upon their body! That's when he found Alicia......

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