Kodlak watched as Leona quickly grew agitated as the changing took place. Well, it certainly hit her quicker than it hit himself. ”This is intense.” She stated, which Kodlak followed with a nod of understanding. He recalled when it was for him, but he did not have to deal with it for long, for he was turned before the war had started, and embarrassingly, he was frozen from all the action and gore and then he had his own leg torn off and passed out shortly after. Leona’s next words hit his ears, bringing him out from his recollection. “This craving is crazy. Might there be . . . might there be a possibility this dizziness will fade so I can hunt? Or is that not recommended?” Kodlak looked at her, and then sighed. ”Sadly, I do not have a clear answer for that. The vampirism kicked in slowly for me, and then once it really hit full blown, I was in the war, while also frozen in fear as I watched others of my family get hurt. And then when I could compose myself, my leg was ripped off and I passed out from the blood loss.”

Despite all he said, he knew that she likely was not paying attention and more distracted by the bloodlust. He looked to the side for a moment before returning his gaze to Leona. ”Be careful, don’t overexert yourself, and don’t wander too far. Go.” He spoke, and once she went off, he’d keep sight on her the best he could, watching to see if she would faint.

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