“Now, class you may be wondering how the council’s information could possibly be so bad. Well, that’s because they think I age. A Pureborn does not age. The only way for me to die is if someone kills me with steel or claw, or if I happen to be hit by a car or something along those lines."
“That’s not possible,” Calvin scoffs.
“He turns into a wolf-man a full foot taller than what you see now on a whim, and the fact that he is essentially immortal is the part you scoff at?” Bell chuckled.
“He can’t change on a whim. My father said it takes anywhere from twenty to thirty minutes just to complete a change without the full moon.” Pearl said.
I nearly choked on my coffee when she said that. “It takes your father that long to change. Odin help me. If I had known how far removed he was from the Prime, I never would have let him have the power he has. Child, it takes me around twenty seconds to complete a change, and needing the moon to ease the change means your even weaker. Paolo, how long does a transformation take you; should be around twenty-five seconds right?”
"Around about, yes," Paolo growls.
“Calm your tits boy. The more removed you are from a Pureborn line the harder a change is, adding on to that you also don’t have the added benefit of immortality. You do age. Take the three Changelings in the class, they are the children, so to speak, of a Pureborn. They should have a lifespan ration of about 1:500." I say as I write on the smart board. "Meaning for every five hundred years they live their cells will age by one. Paolo was changed at 18 give or take a year. Right now, his cellular structure puts him around 20. With your father being that weak he most like has a ratio of 1:25. Which is a good thing for me, it means he'll die soon. He's about 500 now. He was Changed at around 35. That puts his cellular age around 55. Daddy starting to grey is he."
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“My advice kids is if you want to live a ridiculously long time if your parents or Donors aren’t able to make the change in under a minute find someone else.”
“What about you? Why don’t we just have you change us?” Richard asked.
“You may petition to have me as your donor, but I will warn you it guarantees you a position in the Justicars.”
They all gasped. Followed by the easily identified denial of the existence of the assassin branch of Pack members. I had just pointed out to them that their parents were little more than human and their leaders were weak, but having a group of assassins be the law of the Pack. That was where they drew the line of incredulity. You would think when dealing with someone who is obviously older than you think they are, you would maybe give them the benefit of the doubt, but nooo. I’m obviously lying now. So I decided to make a demonstration. Which sucked because I liked that suit. So I changed fully into my 7’8” warform. I was angry so it only took me 5 seconds. “SHUT IT.” I roared at a volume that would terrify a lion.
They all stared in abject fear (I love that reaction) as I towered over them. Black fur and piercing white blue eyes stared out at them. Most didn’t notice the black armor with the depiction of Justicia. “Now, if you are done telling me I don’t know what I’m talking about when it comes to the policing force I formed nearly two thousand years ago. I will discuss history at a later date. Right now we will continue our lesson on bloodlines.”