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There was a collective gasp of dread and concern.

“I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”"

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The Blood Moon

Romingo paced around his chamber the door was locked he knew the reason why but it couldn’t be helped, they still feared him Not Corin of course but the others would fear him Romingo whimpered again as somthing in his body lurched, he fell to the ground trembling. the smell of blood slowly started to override his thoughts he felt his body shift as he lost his mind Romingo paced the floors on all fours, he could see and remember everything but had no control Romingo glanced at the Crimson moon out his arch-shaped window he howled his deadly call, The wolf lunged to the door and started scratching with his claws He couldn’t get out that way so he started attacking himself he felt his warm blood drip down his paw he couldn’t control himself He scratched all night until dawn Romingo layed on the floor covered in his own blood. He tried not to remember what happened last night but couldn’t the large gash in his arm was proof his body was all scarred. Romingo winced as he got up He struggled to put on his armor again. Then layed by the door I’m a monster, Romingo tapped on the door three times Hanna the castle maid heard him then went of to get Corin
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