[center][color=maroon][h1][b]Bartholomew Whitlock[/b][/h1][/color]
Mention: [@Almalthia]
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As boots echoed off of the worn streets, Tholo debated on breaking the air of silence. It was the first time he had come across another werewolf while a full moon wasn't in the sky. It was nice to know he could still be civil without the beast coming forward to somehow debase what shed of humanity Tholo felt he had left. 

[color=maroon]"So Ms. O'Shay, if I may be so bold to ask, how long have you been.... Afflicted?"[/color] Tholo finally asked breaking the silence, pondering on what to use for the final word without it sounding to harsh. It was better then saying cursed or how Tholo himself viewed being stuck with a ravenous beast in him.

[color=maroon]"For me it's been three summers since bearing the marks of the beast,"[/color] He continued as they walked to their given task.[color=maroon]"Hard to believe its been that long."[/color]