[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5157622][color=goldenrod]Elra Silverfang[/color][/url][/h1][/center]
[indent][b][u]Night of the Selection[/u][/b]
Location: Dancing Badger, Timberholde, Ovyadell [/indent]
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When everyone had come up to their rooms, Elra set a ward on the hallway with her staff. It glowed gently as she chanted softly. When it was set she went back to her room and put a silver bell on a stand. She left the door propped open a little.

She laid the blankets on the floor and changed form after blowing her candle out.Getting out of the robes was easy, though the collar stayed. She had done this routine since she couldn’t remember except for when the magic forced her to hold her form. 

As late evening changed into night, and night moved towards morning the bell rung. Which brought a growl from Elra. In the hall was a man trying the doors to see if any were unlocked. As he pulled a pick Elra pushed the door with her nose, as the Pincess’s door was coming open she attacked like a wolf in night. She hit the man in the back and biting at his neck, growling loud enough that others would wake from the sound. 

The blood tasted good and she let the man thrash as she tore with her teeth till he stopped fighting. His dagger had cut her side but not deep. She was not sure if he was dead or not, and she did not care at that moment, she just held him waiting to be released.

She had told them that she was protective, they just did not understand how protective.