Run, Run, Run, no matter how much of it he did he knew the Safety was going to be non existent tonight. He dodged trees and bushes her and there leaped over fallen limbs and crunched through the dray leaves coating the forest floor.
He ran into a small clearing in the thick trees and stopped. He could see the darkening sky through the trees. It wouldn't be long now he just hoped he wouldn't hurt anybody.
He sat on the forest floor with his back leaning on a tree. He had dressed himself in rags, Just a dirty white T-shirt with a huge hole in the side and, and a very worn out pair of jean shorts. Tonight it wouldn't be wise for him to wear anything too special. He's end up loosing at least the shirt anyway.
It was winter but he didn't even notice the cold his mind was too focused on what was going to happen in the next few hours. He stared up at the sky and saw the Full moon already present in the clear darkening sky.
Willow, for once, was human. She rarely roamed the woods she called home in her human shape, for even as a lycan, she was fragile in that state. Sure, if a vampire or a nephilim decided they wanted her dead, even being in her wolf form wouldn't be much help.
Willow wore her old wizard robes from when she'd been a student, and underneath, a pair of dark jeans and an old, black shirt with a small logo on the right sleeve.
She had a wand, of course, the lycan never went anywhere without it, even thought her magical abilities had faded ages ago. Fenrir had warned her about the loss before hand, but Willow hadn't cared. She rarely attended classes anyway. But still, Willow kept a hold on the wand. At the moment it was in her robe pocket, a useless stick. Amazing she hadn't broken it yet.
Walking in the woods, she could feel the heat of the full moon on her back, wanting her to change. She'd reached a small creek when she heard the crashing noises. Something was running, not fast enough to be anything remotely dangerous. Curiousity plagued her, and Willow shed her robe, folded it, and tucked it under a nearby bush, so she could shift without having to worry about the robe. Tight-fitting clothes changed with her, but the robe would either tear or hinder her.
The lycan finally spotted him, a wizard collapsed against an oak tree. He was dressed rather sparely considering the weather, which sent goosebumps running up her arms. She caught his scent, tired and fearful, and something more. Canine. It was familiar, and it took Willow a moment to place it. Aether, no...Faline, that's what she had wanted to be called. He was like her.
A werewolf.
It was a full moon, and in a moment he would shift. Willow wasn't worried. She knew she could outrun and probably outfight a werewolf, but she wasn't sure she wanted to watch. Willow could probably keep a close eye on him, make sure he didn't attack anyone.
She hesitated, then called out to him. "Are you alright?" she asked, blinking. Her green-grey eyes were silver in the moonlight, and the beams turned her hair almost blonde, disorienting her appearance. Willow tilted her head to one side, watching him.
Seth sat there he could feel some of the invisible changes happening already. With out his Potion, everything was felt. His eye site was blurring and refocusing his senses would periodically strengthen or weaken. He could feel the curse coursing through his veins like a slow burning fire. And what was worse the voice of the beast was getting louder. He knew that as soon as he blacked out that he was no longer in control it was the monster with in that got complete and unquestioned authority of his actions.
His senses deadened and then he heard a voice call him. He turned in surprise and saw a girl standing there. A new jolt of fear went through him. "What the hell are you doing in the woods.you need to get out of here run. Its not safe." Suddenly his sense of smell picked back up and he smelled her canine musk. He calmed "Oh your a Lycan, I guess that isn't so bad."
Just then his stomach seemed to decided it was time to tie itself in a knot. He grabbed his chest and he pulled in his feet as the power draining pain came and went. He turned as his side suddenly craped as the muscles began to change, it was happening. He got on his hands and knees. His chest started burning and he fell into a fetal position as the pain over came him. Then suddenly it passed, he panted. He knew there was more to come.
Pain, blinding pain shot up his spine, and his skin suddenly felt on fire. Suddenly it felt like someone had decided to come by and start twisting his legs and arms around till they broke. That's how it felt to have your bones melt and reshape themselves and stretch. And to have course fur start pushing its way out of ones skin. He let out a scream but was cut off as his the wind was knocked out of him and he suddenly taste bile mixed with blood on his tongue, which was beginning to feel too big for his own mouth. It felt like ever tooth was being pulled at once with out novacain. Then it felt like someone had took a hook, stabbed it through his cheeks and the too a pair of fish hooks to both his ears and started pulling them apart. The Pain in his spine suddenly spiked and forced its way into his skull and everything went black.
~~~The Beast~~~
I'm free, free finally FREE! He looked around in disbelief. At the long fingers and claws of his new hands and arms, or Paws and legs. depended on what he felt like using to walk. Seth had been using the potions for so long that the wolf had become its own entity, apart for the human, He began taking in his surroundings; The smells, the sounds, he felt so... alive. He saw the girl though his wolf ish face stayed calm in his mind he was grinning.
He could smell the wolf with in her. It was a her, a female. He wasn't things could get interesting, no he had other ideas to pursue. He had seen so many things through his human eyes he wanted to see with fresh eyes. Keep in mind his most basic instincts where at the fore of his mind now the feral mind of a wolf, no a werewolf was in charge. "Why hello there young lady. I don't believe we've met." He said as he started pacing a circle around her. He wasn't about to strike to kill, not yet anyway. She was a wolf too after all and she had yet to do anything to provoke him.
He started when she called out to him, then shouted at her. Willow blinked, surprised, and took an easy step back. Just in case. Even while she was watching him there, he was beginning to change, and suddenly the stranger collapsed, curled up, and began to shift.
Willow watched with alarm and sympathy. She wondered if it was as bad as her first shifting. It looked as bad, maybe worse. Did he do this everytime he shifted?
She couldn't imagine going through that every time. Belonging wouldn't have been worth the pain. But he had both worlds, on a level. The wolves and the mortals. Then again, a foot(or paw, in this case?) in both worlds would be complicated.
The half-man, half-beast stood, eyes gleaming in her direction. Willow felt a pang. Gah, most lycans were big, but this thing was bigger than she in her wolf form. He was beginning to circle her. She'd done that herself when hunting prey that was large and hard to handle. Well. If he jumped her, she'd just transform.
Somehow the plan didn't seem as solid as it had five minutes ago. Yep, he was definitely bigger than she was. Maybe as big as Fenir. She hadn't seen her sire in awhile, so she wasn't sure, but it was pretty close...
Then, it spoke, which threw her a loop. Nobody had told her that werewolves could speak. Was that normal for a werewolf, or was he different? Willow made a mental note to ask Aether if she ever saw her again. The lycan didn't move, watching him only when he was infront of her, not bothering to turn to watch him. What was the point in getting dizzy?
"No, we haven't," she murmured, pushing her brown bangs off her forehead. "I take it you forgot a certain potion or something. Most werewolves don't want to endanger other people." Willow decided she'd keep an eye on him, unless he decided to cause problems. Then she'd have to shift and let him know what he was messing with.
This human form of hers was young he was quite sure her wolf form was like wise. She seemed surprised he could speak, yes he could speak. but no human would ever hear his voice, well not for long anyway. The thought of humans made him hungry. He would have to look for some soon.
She spoke back to him, answered his question and asked her own. "He didn't forget, mother nature, just finally chose my side for once. He wasn't able to get all his ingredients in order." He said with a dark air of pleasure. There had been a snow storm that had stopped supplies to the potion store. "Well my human name is Seth, but you can call me Beast." He thought it appropriate to rename himself for the occasion"
He eventually stopped in front of her and sat on his haunches. Watching her. "As appealing as this form is why don't you introduce me to your better self, Willow." the pointed ears on his head swiveled around as he watched her, scanning for sound hoping for the sound of food.
He seemed friendly, for a blood-craving beast. Willow guessed the situation would be much different if she was still human. He'd probably be chewing on her throat right about now.
Ah. This seemed to be an extreme case of split personality. Willow, for some stupid reason, doubted that the human Seth had simply 'chose his side', the 'Beast', as he wanted to be called. She commited his human name to memory, in case they ever ran into each other again in more pleasant circumstances.
Beast sat down infront of her, watching her with moonlit eyes. It was a little eerie, and indimidating, but no more indimidating than Fenrir had been. Willow realized she'd been constantly comparing Beast to Fenrir, her sire, and immediately stopped.
"I'll do that," Willow replied coolly. She tilted her head up to the moon and felt the change begin, in little ripples. Her spine lengthened, and her bones began to twist in a way that should have been painful, but it wasn't anymore. Willow didn't know if she was simply used to the shift or it really wasn't painful. Then, she was on all fours as the wolf, ears flicking back and forth to catch every sound. She could hear the pant of the werewolf, could smell his dangerous scent.
The wolf was larger than a normal specimen of her age, but she still had the youthful look. Her eyes, now more green than grey, hardened and fixed on Beast, or Seth as she called him in her head. He was still human. Sort of. Her fur was mostly brown but mottled with grey, and a black ruff stood out, turned silver in the moonlight. She grinned a wolf grin, showing her teeth, and watched him.
Lycans couldn't talk out loud, but Willow knew she could communicate telepathically with other lycans. Maybe she could do so with Beast....
What now? she called out. She knew he could hear her. Strangely.
Indeed had she been human she would have been dead and partially eaten by now. Well maybe she's still be alive. Depends on if he felt like hearing her scream as he ate her. Oh how he's like to sink his teeth into something right now. Seth had kept him locked up for so long, it had been ages since he'd tasted human blood.
In the form he still had many of Seth's memories. It wasn't like a lycan who's human memories faded. with age. He knew where the school was where the town was. And where a certain woman lived near the edge of the forest. Oh, to punish his weaker half for the years of imprisonment? Maybe he should pay Dovie a visit. She would see the wolf and she knew Seth to be pretty good about his potion. She'd be so surprised, so easy to kill. Yeah, too easy, he wanted more of a challenge. If he was going to reap the benefits of freedom he was going to have his fun.
"How good is the hunting in these woods, or in town for that matter?" He began to wonder where old Fenrir hunted. He knew the great Lycan and himself had like minds when it came to diet. And Fenrir's hunting grounds probably had at least a few humans wandering around. Or he could always try picking people off in Drakborough.
The hunger flared in Beast's eyes, making Willow shiver inwardly. He wasn't like her, at all. The only they had in common was there form, and even that had its differences. Major differences. Like the fact he looked like nothing she'd ever seen in the woods....
Willow shook her head as if to rid her ears of the thoughts, ears pressed back onto her skull. She stretched, listening but not speaking, as if lost in thought. The lycan was half-considering his words. Rarely did Willow hunt humans. In fact, she never had. Once, she almost had, and then there was that time with Erin....
The lycan didn't want to think about that either. Swishing her tail once, she considered her answer. She could go with him, wherever he went, and keep him occupied until the moon went down...What a night this will be, she thought.
We'd have to look around, find someone away from the main part of town. The last thing we need is to drawn attention to ourselves, Willow pointed out. Do you want that nut from the church hunting us down? Fenrir will throw a fit.
Willow shifted her weight from side to side, scraping her paws across the frost-encrusted leaves, still considering. She could probably manage to foil him if they did find someone.
I usually just stick to the woods, she added with a shrug, flicking one ear.
The Beast pondered his options for a time. Willow seemed open to the idea of human pray... Imagine that. He had assumed that this pup, being as young as she is, and naive would want to stay away form Humans, be too soft to harm one. It seemed he was wrong, but she did mention the church. His not so sane mind was them as less of a threat and as more of a challenge.
There was Fenrir to think about too. He'd probably end up kicked out of these wood if too much attention followed him from town. It seemed if he was going to kill some one He'd have to do use a little caution. Just another Challenge. This night would be fun.
He stood back up on all fours. Then lets go He said forcing his thought at her. He had refrained before because he was unsure of what she would do if she felt how truly insane he was. you see telepathy transfered emotions rather than a tone of voice, so she would be able tell just how hungry for blood he was. And he didn't want her to try and stop him if she was squeamish.
The lycaness sighed and set off at a lope towards town. No point in prolonging this. She could pause him in town, but it'd be hard to stall along the way. With a half-hearted growl, she glanced back at him. He was big, but he still couldn't match the speed of a lycan. That was what she really liked to do. Run.
Breaking her stride long enough to spring over a fallen, moss-encrusted log, she skidded around to look at Seth. Beast. Whoever he was. She gave a slight grin.
If you think you can keep up, she called back, laughing slightly. The frost stung her paws, melting at her touch, but the moon was full, and she was alive. And that was what mattered. Nevermind she was running towards town in her wolf shape, with a blood-crazed werewolf....
Fenrir was going to be pissed if he found out what she was doing. He hadn't even wanted her to leave the woods, or contact anyone. And what was she doing? Well, she'd done both in less than a month. Whoops. A grin reached Willow's black lips, her upper lip curling over her teeth.
Keep up, Beast, she called, breaking into a run again. Something exploded from the brush to her right and without thinking, she veered off and collided with it. A bird of some sort. Feathers went everywhere and the taste of blood was on her tongue before she'd even thought to bite. The spine snapped under the pressure of her jaws and she dropped the pheasant at her paws, waiting for Seth the werewolf to catch up.
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jan 29, 2009 16:55:25 GMT -5
There was another wolf in the forest. A small, female Iberian Wolf, native to these parts, and entirely unremarkable, other than the fact that she was a trifle on the small side. She had a fine reddish tan coat, with a lage patch of mottled gray on her back and the upper part of her face. Her name was Cazadora, Dora for short, and as unremarkable as her body might have been, her mind was unusual.
Her mind, and the mind of the little rabbit beside her, as well as the bird of prey in the tree above her, were connected to the mind of a young witch named Morgan. This young witch was currently nestled in the castle, safe and sound. She had only intended to send Dora to track Seth, but Mondlied had insisted, and when she'd relented, Asher had begged to come. The little rabbit seemed to be oblivious to the fact that although his two compainions were predators who wouldn't eat him, that he was safe from all predators.
'Be careful, Asher. This guy's more dangerous than Dora or Mon.'
'I know, I know. I'll be careful.'
'Dora, watch out for him, kay?'
'Yes, mistress. What shall we do now that he's changed?'
'Don't do anything yet, just keep tabs on him, and let me know if he gets near anywhere populated.'
'What about the lycan girl?' Mon asked.
'I think she's not in danger. If I turn out to be wrong, it's your job, Mon, to wake up Someone who can help.'
Mon accepted this task and the trio went back to their vigil. Asher crept forward and away from Dora, ever so slightly. His camoflauge ability would be enough, he reasoned. Stupid git can't catch what he can't see. He was careful not to send this thought to his compainions or his mistress. He edged closer. He didn't need Dora to babysit him.
A race a chase, it was the difference the instinct where quite the same and it was fun to just run. With a burst of coiled up power in hi his leg he shot forward. As he ran he used more than the ground to push himself forward when he could he used his forepaws to push off of near by trees as well. He suddenly smelled something familiar, and skidded to a stop. Willow wasn't that far ahead really and now something was nagging at him, something other than his stomach.
The smell was Lupine. It was another wolf. But not a lycan or a werewolf it was. Dora? He thought out loud. it was that wolf that was connected to that human Seth had met. Morgan, too smart for her own good and another scent reached him. He knew the smell, and why on earth would a rabbit be trying to sneak up on him? It was comical enough to make him hesitate.
But it wasn't long before the Psycho predator remember that he was hunting. The rabbit was about to learn where he was on the food chain the hard way. Seth didn't even use his eyes, He used his nose and his ears and hi knew right where the rabbit was. Seth turned away as if no longer interested. Th fact that Dora was around meant that this rabbit was the color changing bunny Morgan owned and If he wanted it as a snack It needed to get farther away from Dora. As soon as the rabbit was close enough the rabbit would die.
Just a little closer and He turned as fast as the wind bend down, and snapped up the long eared rodent in his jaws. In seconds he had a paw on the half that didn't fit in his mouth and he started pulling back to tear the helpless creature in half.
Willow sensed the wolf maybe a moment after Beast did, and snapping up the pheasant in her jaws, she bolted towards him. What was he doing? What if it was another lycan...No. This scent was truely lupine, a real wolf. But there was something else there, too. Maybe an animagus?
She heard the shriek of something, then caught the scent of fresh blood through the feathers and drying blood in her maw. The lycan picked up speed, then skidded to a stop as she came upon Seth, the Beast. He had...something...a rabbit? But like the wolf, it smelled different, wrong.
A familiar.
Willow winced, wondering who the poor rabbit belonged to. She wondered if she could communicate with the wolf. Seth was tearing at the rodent with moon-fury, there was nothing to stop him.
Found yourself some edibles, have you? Willow asked, tilting her head to one side. There was a bird somewhere close, a large bird, like that of a falcon or an eagle or something. She caught the glint of it's talons and looked up. What had she gotten into?
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jan 29, 2009 18:47:22 GMT -5
Morgan hadn't been paying much attention to Asher. Mostly she'd been looking at the scene through Dora. Occaisionally she would flit up to Mondlied, to get an aerial view. Unexpectedly, She felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart, and her head, as though a little piece of her had just died. A sadness overcame her too; terrible and deep grief for her familiar. She switched her eyes to Mondlied, and tried to reach out for Asher.
Nothing.
'ASHER!'
Again, no response.
Morgan realized she was capable of murder.
Dora was already on the move. She growled, and attacked Seth as though it were one of her cubs he'd mauled. Mondlied got into the action too, diving at Seth, aiming to put out his eyes and scratch at his face. Morgan felt as if she should call them back, but how could she? She knew how they felt. Their little family had been torn apart.
Morgan had to stop Seth. Keeping her familiars in the back of her head, she got dressed and focused on sneaking out of the castle. It wasn't her night for patrol, but it wouldn't be too hard to get outside.
From his vantage point, Orca thought the situation looked pretty dire. The lycan, currently in his pure white wolf form, lay crouched behind some bushes not far from where the action was taking place. In fact, the only reason he hadn't been included in it yet was because he was upwind of the small group, and unless he made some major noisage, he doubted either of the creatures would notice him.
It always happens like this, he thought to himself with an inward groan. I just lay down to sleep and WHAM! wolves everywhere.
Sigh.
The wolf raised himself a little, peeking one golden eye through a small gap in the brush around him. Willow--for the smell coming off the gray-brown wolf with feathers still stuck to its muzzle was definitely her--was apparently attempting to communicate with the big not-lycan creepy half-wolf thing that was currently tearing away at a small rabbit on the ground.
And the rabbit smelled... a little funny. Not like it had just eaten a bunch of garlic or was actually a zombie bunny or anything, but more like-
Human? Orca sniffed the air again, keeping a wary eye on the unknown monster. Definitely human smell. Maybe the rabbit had been someone's pet or something.
And then-
A wolf, even smaller than Willow, came out of freakin' NOWHERE and assaulted the giant whatever-it-was, all snarls and bared fangs. Oh geez, this was not going to end well. Orca laid his ears back as the newcomer attacked without even a verbal mental(?) warning. The little thing was no match against the monster, and to think a lycan he hadn't even introduced himself to might get hurt, even-
Without finishing the thought, Orca launched himself from his hiding spot, a jump that not only neatly cleared the brush, but also cannoned him directly into the small red wolf, knocking it out of the way.
Are you stupid, or something? he snarled at it in mindspeak, rolling back to his feet and standing to stare it down. You're going to get yourself killed!
But this wolf, too-
Human scent was all over it. Ah, so it wasn't a lycan after all. What a waste of energy. Was it another pet? But it didn't feel like a normal wolf...
Shaking his shaggy head, Orca turned back to the wolf-man-thing, eyeing it up and down. Compared to the average wolf, Orca was gigantic; the top of his lupine head, if shown in comparison, would come up to a fully grown man's chest. However, the being in front of him topped even that. Not that size mattered, especially to a wolf, who relied majorly on its terrifying, enduring speed and its ability to turn on a dime (as Willow had demonstrated earlier).
A bird, he noticed, was harassing the "wolf" as well. Because it killed the rabbit? Since when did prey and predator become friendly? he wondered, and sidled over to Willow, hesitant at even the thought of addressing the thing in front of him.
Willow, he thought to her, a little sad their first wolf-to-wolf meeting was like this. What's going on here? Fenrir will eat you if he finds you playing with fire like that in his forest.
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