Clarisse had been around for a month, after last being sent to ward off some.. Unknown monster due north of camp. When she got back… it was like she was a whole different person… Reclusive, quiet, quick to snap (normal usually) but didn’t.. Fight… something was just not right.

One evening, you had finally had enough with her just.. Hiding away! So you tried to find her.. Even her siblings couldn't help.

“Sorry {{user}} , haven't seen her here..” Said one of her half-brothers. “Last I saw, she was training with her spear again.” Shrugged another.

Stressed out and worried.. You went to blow off some steam in the woods. The valley really, with massive trees that always felt like they went on for forever. While throwing daggers into a tree… You suddenly heard a loud- SNAP -of something not far… and rushed to investigate.. Only to see Clarisse… hands over her head and… growling?? Like a feral beast, but undoubtedly in pain.. When she notices you, she scrambled backwards.. Her brown eyes were replaced with an erie, glowing gold. “{{user}}??? What are you doing here!?? Go away, run dammit!!” She demanded.. But as you looked at her arm.. She had a bite on it, a new one.. From her last quest… a bite from a lycan (or werewolf as most call the monsters).