Thela was fighting through the sand dune, she was in a bad mood, it was night, but wind still threw sand into her face. She had folded her wings over her face to keep sand out "<span style='color:red'>Whoever I find first will be my dinner</span>" she hissed, she found a nice rock to rest under, so she lay down and took a break.
Tessera (Autumn), 81379 Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=710Abelmatt</a> Matt was taking no chances this time, he would not let himself kill again, ever since that last full moon in the swamps. He had gone to the remotest place he could find, hopefully their wouldnÂ’t be any Anubi around he though with a worry. Yet as he pressed on he slowly began to stoop, his body struggled with the change. The moon was hidden above a blanket of clouds the looks rough and stormy, they would explain the harsh winds that were blowing sand into his black fur. This time he didnÂ’t have the energy to fight the change, he was slowly slipping into it like butter running down a hot knife. He could feel his body slowly becoming more powerful, muscles slowly expanding and his body mass growing. Yet he was still a Pendragon for the time being, he still had his mind but it was growing darker. He let his arms drag a bit as he tumbled down a dune.
OOC:Oops forgor timestamp I'll add day Day: 34 Thela looked up, and noticed the young weredragon struggling with his transformation, "<span style='color:red'>Well this'll be fun to watch</span>" she said in her raspy voice "<span style='color:red'>A weredragon struggling, hehehehe....</span>"
He fell face first down the dune, he landed heavy on the ground with a thud. He picked up a mouthful of sand but didnÂ’t care. He could feel himself gaining power. In some ways he liked the power and strength yet the price was too high. He would loose his mind to the raging beast and kill everything he found. He looked up from the sandy floor to see a dark figure standing their, his mind filled with warning. He feebly outstretched his arm and tries to make her go away. "Run" He cried out weakly, he was too weak to explain. His face slumped again and he drifted from consciousness and warm white lightly fell on his body from the ethereal moon above. The moon was the last trigger for his transformation and it sped him into it with fury. His body suddenly grew in height, weight and muscles. His snout got slightly more wolf like, his eyes clouded over yellow with piercing black pupils filled with vicious intent. He slowly places his paws either side of him in the push up position and heaved his furry body up to a crouch. He just looked out into the night, his fur was thicker and wilder now. He still head the red streak in the top though but the rest of his fur had gotten slightly greyer. His eyes saw through the night as if it was day and he looked at his prey. OOC no probs :) soz about the long post though
Thela actually felt pity "<span style='color:red'>Don't go soft Thela</span>"she thought She looked at the suffering weredragon, "<span style='color:red'>I never knew weredragons felt...pain</span>"She said before melding with the shadows in to the air, she was still watching from above though
He howled out loud, his silhouette being cast on the flat surface of the sands around him. The pale moon light shinning down. He was almost silver in it, his black fur with a grey shimmer in his were form, yet it was made greyer and slightly silvery in the white light. His eyes narrowed on the dark figure again only to find she was gone. He scowled the area with his vision searching for any clue of the potential meal. His sniffed the air, raising his muzzle slightly. All he pick up though was a faint smell of rotten flesh, very very faint. He slowly walked on all fours around, he looked very odd as his front arms were very long and gangly and he was more hobbling along then walking in quadruped. He curiously looked around for food. He wasnÂ’t too hungry but he always was hungry, feeding just slated it. Looking up at the moon again surrounded by its dark clouds swirling in the sky.
She knew the acts of a weredragon, they would kill anything, she was just biding time, she wanted to kill him, only when he was a 'dragon' again. She lighted down on the rock she was under earlier, and got ready to defend from an attack "<span style='color:red'>I want to see your fighting methods</span>" she hissed
He snarled in satisfaction as she reappeared on the rock. He tilted his head curiously at her while his eyes flashed with a bright yellow for the tiniest of seconds. In some primitive part of his brain he understood what she said but he wasnÂ’t really paying attention, he was curious about he disgusting dead smell. Not that he minded old meat but it didnÂ’t smell to nice. While he looked at her a tiny desert weed under the rock was growing at an alarming rate. He was making it grow, he mind was reaching out for it and bending it and shaping it. It grew thicker and stronger and snaked around her leg tightly then tried to bind its self to her other leg. Then he jumped straight at her in a speed that only a weredragon could match. he arms flew punches at her yet with open fists and claws barred instead. His claws were black and silver with a shiny coat that betrayed how sharp they really were. After two punches he back flipped at her using his feet to try and kick her in the face, just under the chin. He wanted to beat her to a pulp before he feasted.
She hissed and burned the plant just in time to get hit. After getting hit she lept aside and tackled him digging fangs and claws into his side.
He howled out in pain this time as she bit him and clawed his sides. He was happy though on how he had hit her first. But now he was trying to shake her off. He jumped up and tiny bit in mid air then stretched out sideways and spin around throwing her off and spinning in the air then righting himself and landing heavily on the ground with arms in a fighting stance. His feet kicked off against the sands kicking the yellow stuff into the air and back down again. He lunged at her with his claws again sending them towards her face in a series of swipes and slashes. He mixed in the occasional kick and snap from his jaws. He was unleashing a furry of blows and linking it all together into one massive combo. He snarled all the while, white foam dripping down like he was a rabid beast.
She bloked and saved her face, but lost alot of feathers, because she used her wings, she threw some sand at him, hoping that she would temporly blind him. The n she lept into to the air and came down, hoping for an atempt to attack his back.
He was grinning in a strange vicious way as his wounds healed them selves up very neatly. He was taken back by the sand though and it clouded his vision for a moment but the thick fur around his face stopped most of it. Yet he cleared his vision and swiped in her direction yet it flew through air. he spun around on the spot trying to see he then heard a whooshing sound. He instinctively rolled to the side as she fly towards him, he narrowly dodged her attack the swung around a clenched first towards her face with vicious intent. Then he sent a kick immediately towards her gut.
she raised a paw and that took the fist, but she got hit with his kick. quickly regaining she darted tword him in a zig zag fashion, and aimed a claw extended paw tword his stomache.
He grinned showing his full teeth when his kick connected with her yet he was slightly frustrated with how quick she was recovering. He didnÂ’t want to waste his night fighting her, he had people to eat. Yet she was moving fast again and he saw her arm trying to disembowel him. He sent his arm towards hers and knocked her blow aside saving himself from major damage. He jumped backwards and used his unnatural strength to send a rock flying her way with a sharp kick. He followed the rick with a fully swung clawed paw and his other arm going for a gut punch.
She growled, upset, normally she would have killed any prey "<span style='color:red'>Only 3 more hours</span>"she thought, "<span style='color:red'>Then all will be easy</span>
He snarled more as the fighting continued. It was getting boring and tedious not to mention he could feel the day nearing. Still had a long time yet efforts needed to be doubled. He had giving up in trying to kill her and now was trying to find a way to finish this with his neck still intact. Yet he could plan in very simple ways because at the moment he currently had the mind of a smart ish wolf. Nothing more. He could only plan like he would plan a hunt, or how to get away from something bigger. He increased the pace for the fighting trying to bite her at every occasion and making sure he put his full strength into each blow.
She snareled lunging at his shoulders, hoping to rip out nervs or muscles, or even rip the arm off. Even her herself was growing wery of this fight she was thinking of taking a nap after she killed him, if she killed him.
He was glad the moon was still their as it gave him and extra energy boost. He jumped back but her claws still caught him. they ripped into his shoulder slightly causing his blood to ooze down a bit. Then he got a plan, he made sure the blood flicked in her direction, hoping it would distract her then her pull all his energy into two massive punches aimed at her stomach, if they hit they would wind her for ages giving him time to get some distance between them. He flicked the blood that was now almost dripping from the wounds, he had got it all over his arm and when he jerked his arm in her direction it sent large droplets of blood at her. Then he swung those punches, one from each arm. He used his own bloodlust and fury to put lots of power behind them. They compacted the air in front of them as they travelled towards her
The blood landed on her muzzle, clearly anoying her, as she worked on trying to get it off the punches hit her. Knoking her silly, she was curenlty stunned, her gut was hurting ears ring and most strage, he made her vision blurry, before she fell unconcious she managed to hit him with her strongest firebolt.
He was already jumping away, his shoulder wounds healing over without even a scar. He was even making good ground when he felt the sudden surge of heat, the ran fast but it struck him in the back will full force. It burnt away all the fur on his back and sent him flying forward face first into the sands. He rolled around trying to burry the pain in the cool sands, he slowly and painfully managed to put himself out but sand encrusted with his blood was mixed in with the tender wounds. It stung and wept, his back oozing and bleeding. It was healing as he trudged on but slowly. He managed to blank out the pain as he ran all nigh, forcing his body with the power of his mind. He found a tent at one point and ripped it open to find two sleeping Pendragons who soon awoke too find their throats missing. He feasted on them for a while as his back healed. He ran on and as the sun dawned he curled up into a fuzzy ball and slept. In about an hour he awoke screaming to the pain of his body and bones reassembling back into his normal self. He cried as he walked home, tears streaming down his fur leaving sleek patterns where his fur got wet. he knew he had killed something, he was covered in blood. He washed himself clean of his vile acts and used his GPS to find his way back to his dorm. Hopefully before Jade woke up. OOC end unless you would like a last post.
