Ooc: Oi, the leaf dude doesn't count as he comes from the same mind as the OP shade.
And unfortunately, as much as I'd like the next post.. I have to fly to Tallahassee and back today, so I wont have time until later tonight. So I suppose you guys can go ahead, I'll pass my turn for now, just don't take too many creative liberties with Rayne or I'll have her make a chew toy out of your phylactery.
Warning: Will power is now considered like GODPOWER, because otherwise this is going to get boring real fast. Don't like it? Bite me, but I might bite you back.
He slapped me. Was the thought that instantly popped into the lycaness' mind as she regained consciousness in a rather brusque and quick manner. As that thought sunk in she could not help but pull her lips back in a vicious snarl, suspiciously sharp and jagged canines bared in anger. This day just wasn't going well for her.
First she'd seen her pack mate getting into a bit of a mess, she'd intervened only to help out her fellow lycan, no ill intentions whatsoever. It's not like she was going to actually allow Leseur to murder the man without good reason. Then she'd tried to get out of the trouble with dramatic theatrics in hopes that there wouldn't have to be any blood shed, though whether that freaky glowing ball could actually bleed was doubtful. And what did she get for trying to help, for trying to stay non-violent, a slap in the face.
Rayne's narrowed gaze snapped to Leseur as he managed to break free of his magical restraints, hand snatching at... a root? Somehow that root was disrupting the magic being wielded against them? As Leseur took off at a run she realized now was her chance to attempt escape, she had to break free of the magic holding her, whether so she could help the other lycan or run away she wasn't sure yet.
Fuck this. It was quite obvious the shade wasn't buying either of their innocence, Leseur's cover was practically blown anyway. The only chance she had was to lose control, completely. The woman's nostrils flared widely taking in every scent in the nearby area; the smell of anger, disgust, hatred, dirt, plant life, that odd little root, death, and magic, so much magic. Her pupils dilated sharply, the cerise color bleeding into a bright ring of gold, and trembles began to rack her body as she struggled- as much as one could in her position- against that which was holding her captive. She struggled, and struggled, until finally she felt the magic begin to give way.
Whether it was because the magic had weakened or because it decided to reward her tenacious struggle by releasing her, she didn't care, all she knew was that the feeling of being constricted was fading. She could move, just barely, but more than enough. A low rumbling growl spilled from her throat as she felt the magic snap, as control of her movements returned to her Rayne shifted into her true form. Quicker than she could ever recall shifting, her bones and joints popped and stretched, silver fur rapidly covered her body and her skull morphed into a long muzzle. Rayne was gone and left in her place was a rather furious and rabid looking wolf, canines bared and hackles raised as a perpetual growl began to sound from her muzzle.
Her senses sharpened even more so as she acclimated to her proper form, allowing her to pick up on the odd formation of magic that made up the shade's 'body'. The scent of magic, of life, seemed to be stronger from a central emanating point. The wolf was growling and pawing at the ground menacingly, acknowledging that that had to be the enemy's base of power, that was the threat that needed to be eradicated. Pushing all her weight into her haunches she sprang forward rather suddenly, throwing herself with all her considerable strength at the magical body before her, fighting to get her jaws around the shade's power base. Ignoring the pain brought forth by the sensation of ramming into a brick wall, she kept pushing and pushing until her canines closed around the phylactery and her body fell through the shade, landing in a heap on the ground behind him.
Springing back up quick as a cat she took off in the opposite direction of Leseur, paws appearing to fly over the ground and she ran faster and faster. Knowing she only had seconds, if that, before the justiciar came after her she forced herself to pick up speed, straining her muscles past their limit until she was but a blur of fur aiming toward the bottom of the nearby hill, toward a scent rather like that peculiar root but stronger- larger. With one last burst of speed Rayne finally reached the unfamiliar plant that had disguised the human before, collapsing warily on it as her muzzle opened automatically to allow her tongue to loll out in a dog like fashion, which in turn caused the magical object in her mouth to tumble out and land in the center of the flowery bulb.
Ooc: Keep in mind that the whole Rayne-goes-wolfie-and-turns-the-phylactery-into-a-chew-toy happens in just a few seconds, a minute at most. 'cos she's a lycan, and lycans are fast. And she's been a lycan for a long time, so she's extra fast. I just slowed it down and fleshed it out for a nice post. Okay? Good. ^_^
Oh, and I know... revealing her inner diva wolf might not be the best idea, but otherwise Rayne is just going to be standing there all bound up. Unfortunately there's no other way for me to keep this thing moving... >.>
Post by Thomas Lucre on Sept 1, 2009 12:23:23 GMT -5
(OOC) Huh, well I kinda lost interest in this thread after page 2. It'd be kinda boring if I was the only one that didn't reply at this point, though.
(BIC) Dismayed at the feel of mist-like cords rising up to bind him in place as well, Lucre calmly resigned himself to his current predicament. Raising a quizzical brow at his question being ignored and answered with another one, he supposed he had no choice but to answer.
"Well, I would imagine it fitting for vampires to make some use of the arcane, though as it stands, my wandwork has been completely nullified since I was turned."
The blue being had then struck the girl across the face to jar her awake. Apparently this creature was a very selective listener, and liked doing things on impulse. Lucre was starting to regret having stuck his nose into this affair. The blue guy then started to try to pressure or instill a sense of fear into all of them, trying to threaten them into betraying themselves to his suspicions. Lucre merely shrugged and smirked. This little display actually confirmed one of his suspicions.
"Well as it stands, two of us are only guilty of prowling. You, yourself have a bit of collateral damage to explain to your Master." he said, turning his head towards the greenhouse. From the force of Murylis' sonic boom, the entrance was not the only thing that suffered damage.
"Furthermore, unless there's been a firmly established intent for me or this girl to harm someone, this merely falls under wrongful detai-"
Several other things happened all at once. Lucre noticed his bonds had gained some slack. The white-haired professor had noticed this and promptly cheesed it. This was also noticed by the very lovely (and livid) woman next to him, as she then wildly struggled against her restraints, only to finally break free and transform to a silver lobo. Well, Lucre had to make a note she was not a fan of rude awakenings. She then pounced the blue dude, a wall of energy colliding with her as she fought forth, finally chomping down. She then promptly ran off as well, opposite the Prof, and Lucre slipped from his bonds to pursue her as well. The wolf had disappeared in a blue, but being that she seemed to value speed over stealth at the moment, all the vampire needed was to see which way she went. Breaking his sprint, he stopped before the wolf as she had dropped that piece of the blue being into that giant bulb. She seemed out of breath.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a look of concern on his face. The spectacle from moments before was rather bright, and vampires weren't great fans of that level of the light spectrum. He knew it probably wasn't the best idea to talk to the girl at this point, but he couldn't tell if she'd been hurt at all. Seeing as she saved him, he didn't want to leave the chance to answer with a boon of his own if she needed the help.
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