So, having a tail is weird.
It keeps swishing from side to side when I'm happy, or when I get anxious. It's pretty annoying, and a few people have already made fun of me for it.
If I wasn't aware of how I don't know my new strength yet, I'd kick their asses.
But yeah, I'm a werewolf now. And a dragon. AND a human. It's... Weird. My grandmother better know how to fix this... I only got a small supply of that herb from the mountains to knock me out on the full moon. Antonia seemed pretty out of it, so we didn't collect much. I guess having to part ways with that shady elf guy kinda made her anxious? I guess I would be too, if the person I felt responsible for decided they didn't want to be around me. Well, that and he could turn into a violent monster whenever, so there's that, too.
So, anyway, that aside, I saw a gay couple out there on the road, looking all happy and shit. Two pretty girls with each other as their own world. Ugh. Had to make me feel jealous too, didn't you, world? Carrot, where the fuck did you go?
Well... I guess that's all I wanted to say.
Lovesta placed the journal, old and torn, into her bag. It had so many pages. Most of them were from her old days as a campaigner. Lots of pages filled with tales of blood and death.
Antonia wanted her to keep a journal to "help keep her werewolf side calm". Pfft. Like that'll work.