transformation. The second group were those who, like Kei, could control their transformation and were not dependent on the phase of the moon. They were generally stronger than werewolves and better at using their abilities. They were referred to as animorphs. The last group and also the least numerous were those who were not born lycanthropes, but were turned into them by a curse or black magic. They transformed at the moment of the first full moon since they were cursed and never returned to their original form. At the same time as this transformation, they would lose their sanity and their own personality by succumbing to the murderous instincts aroused by the forbidden magic. They were called Iente-cursed.
Draco had never met an animorph before, at least not that he knew of. He knew that the entire race of lycanthropes was shrouded in a veil of mystery and at the same time marked by a stigma of prejudice and hostility. He had tasted the latter two things firsthand, so he was far from judging anyone based on hearsay. He appraised Kei with an interested, investigative eye and smiled.
-I've never met an animorph.- He patted the lycanthrope on the shoulder in a friendly manner. It seemed that Kei expected a different reaction, because he only looked at the dragon with a strange expression on his face.-Interesting.- He smiled and turned to ask who he could duel with now. He noticed that in the nearest group the soldiers were watching him the whole time. When he met their gaze they quickly turned away and went back to practicing. He furrowed his eyebrows wondering if something was wrong.
-Umm...- Vi also looked around and then focused his gaze on the dragon.-Doesn't it bother you?- He asked uncertainly.
-Bother?- Draco tore his gaze away from the group at the back and looked at Kei and the others in turn.- But what?- At first he didn't know what he had essentially been asked. Only after a moment did he understood. He took another look at everyone trying to pick out something from their
