`The MOON, She Calls to Me [OPEN]

[GABRIEL ISAAC BELDEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #504f4f; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #742323 solid; border-bottom: 10px #742323 solid;] I can feel the animal inside... …Pounding on the doors of my mind Words: 1,402 || Tagged: Site Wide Thread || Status: Complete Everything that I was, every fiber of my existence seemed to scream, willing for my flesh to separate, willing for a beast to escape. Muscles quivered with the effort of literally keeping me together, just another five minutes I kept telling myself. Just another five minutes and I’ll let myself go. Just another five minutes after that. I did whatever was required to keep this form for just a little bit longer I can feel the animal inside. My resolve is weakening. Eyes that turned a bright gold, far different from the usual nearly black, looked to the horizon. The sun was nearly past the line that turned this day to night. Bare feet padded across the cool wooden deck that was attached to the back of the Vokul home. I could feel the weaker wolves that had already given into the moon’s sway. I am Alpha; I am the strongest of the Vokul. I will be the last to change, I will see to that my wolves have a safe shift for as long as I am able, I will assist any that need it while I am able hold sway over my mind and body. My resolve is weakening as the sun’s strength over the day wanes and the moon’s siren call to a deep pit within me grows ever stronger. Muscles quivered, my brows pinched together, each step, each passing moment seems harder to will myself to keep this form. Pounding on the doors of my mind. It's nearly overpowering I wore nothing but a pair of old jeans, jeans thread bare at the knees, holes everywhere, and near white in color from age. When I lose control I don’t want to be wearing nice clothes, I don’t want to lose something that I’d like to wear again. My jaw was set in a grim, stiff way. My eyes kept flickering to the horizon, the sun was gone. I looked the other direction. The moon was just rising, her silver touch spreading rapidly. At the first sight of the silver lady I had to stop walking, muscles were jerking, pulling at me in every direction. Pupils dilated, my eyes seemed as if they were all black except for a little gold ring around the outside. The moon, she calls to the best within me. I ached to just give into the silver lady, the painful lurching of muscles, the burning sensation in joints. Everything that was my body betrayed my will and sang sweet songs that were meant to persuade me into releasing the ever slipping grip on my human form. When I regained some sort of control over my body I again began walking. Long legs carried me at a brisk pace, carrying me deep into the woods. I walked well past the Vokul territory. I was in the land that was free for all, a place I knew where most wolves would congregate. Taking more than a glimmer. Of this tainted moonlight. I could feel my wolf below my skin. Jaws snapping. Eyes wild. Fur bristling. It felt like he was going to claw and tear at me from the inside to get out. He stretched himself within me, pushing my body to its limits of resistance. This was the one time a month that I was fully at his mercy, when the moon was full. Our ties to the moon were the strongest at this time. I was at my weakest and most vulnerable state at this time of the month, any werewolf is. Days before the full moon someone just bumping into us could set us off, causing us to lash out and shift. Our inner wolves grow closer and closer to the surface, more eager to make an appearance the closer to the full moon it got. Just like during the new moon we are more placid, easier to calm, less likely to snap and shift at the slightest mood shift. My wolf hated that I resisted the call of the moon until she was at her strongest, waiting until the point where I can just resist no longer. That time was rapidly approaching. I may be an Alpha but there is a limit to my powers, I’m not a god. I am only human so to speak. For the animal's soul is mine. We will be completed right before your eyes. It was a long walk from the Vokul home to the North Woods but at the pace I walked at I reached the desired location in haste. Golden eyes swept around the clearing, I couldn’t see any wolves, shifted or not. But I could feel them, lurking in the shadows of the trees. A low thrumming growl rumbled deep within my chest, it seemed to reverberate from deep within me and vibrate along my body. The noise was something that no human could make. My right hand raised and the heel of my palm pressed against my temple, my head felt like it was about to split in two. I came to a stop in the middle of the clearing, standing quietly to see if anyone would make themselves known to me. I doubt it, but the offer was there. I was always mildly worried about the shift, not for my own safety because I know quite well that my wolf is capable of handling himself and keeping us safe, but for what I may do to others. Once we lose control of ourselves and shift into our wolves anything that we were is left behind. We do become the mindless beasts of lore. Our only thoughts are to be with others of our kind, if it is to be together as a pack, fighting, anything is fair came. We have no conscience of what we do when we lose ourselves like this. Our wolves are too primal and simple for that. They do what they are born to do, hunt, kill, and be with their pack. I have no control this time. And now we both shall dine in hell tonight. My gaze again flickered to the moon, I watched as the bottom rim of her lifted away from the horizon. Again my body gave a lurch, harder than the rest. Teeth gritted together from the pain of resisting, now with every passing second I could feel my seams unraveling. Looked around the clearing again. Empty. There was nothing I can do now. I couldn’t hold myself together any longer. I bid my human form goodnight. I hope my pack makes it through the night. Hunters will be out. Rogue werewolves will run rampant. I just hope my will remains with my wolf enough that he will remain civilized. Protect our pack, which I know he will do. Our pack comes first; I know at the very least he would lay down our lives to protect one of us. Time to shed the mortal disguise. For the beast is coming to life. With a groan I gave myself into the alluring call. A moan passed my lips as muscles tore, bones cracked and popped, fur began to flow over my body like water. Normally I had an easy shift but the full moon was different. I always felt like my wolf was being ripped from me and I had zero control of how the shift was going to go. I fell to my knees as the pain washed over me with bones relocating to take form of a wolf. I shook my head as bones in my face began reshaping, teeth became longer, a snout took form, and ears became pointed and more dished. For the smell of fear tonight wakes an ancient lust that will not be denied. Where a man once stood now was a massive wolf, around six feet tall at the withers. His fur was black as night. His eyes were such an eerie bright yellow they seemed to glow. My fur shook as wiggled my body, resituating myself to this body. My head threw back, a loud howl seeping past parted jaws. The howl’s deep tenor calling forth any of my pack, calling out any Hunters who wished to tests me, or any human foolish enough to step into these woods on a full moon night. Let them all come. We’ll all take them on. We begin the hunt tonight. 'Til the power courses, the creatures take flight. OOC: Please state what you are willing to have done to your character! Changed, shot at, etc. No killing anyone unless the owner of the character agrees to it. No god modding please! Anything can be done to Gabe as long as you don't kill him. I will also be posting as my hunter Viktor, if you want him to do anything in this thread just contact me. [/style] Run if you intend to survive... ...For the beast is coming to life

[NIKA ADALI VOLKOLV]

Amber eyes flickered across the Kinbok house darkly, Nika among one or two other dominants and her parents had all chosen to wait for their shift, making sure that the rest of the pack had an easy shift and that nothing got too out of control. Given how their last few moons had been going Nika didn't want to run any risks with the cocky bunch of the pack but they had long ago given into their beast and were probably well on their way into the North Woods, at least Nika hoped, she wasn't looking for any new additions right now, not with the moon over her head, not with especially volatile moods she would be in until the moon laid mercy on her and her wolf and let them free of her control. The other thing running through Nika's mind was the ones that would run across the humans and not shift them. Nika knew there's be at least a small body count but what she didn't want was for it to be all because of her pack and their need to assert themselves as dominants to a species that was clueless to them all.

Nika watched as her parents helped coach a freshling through his change, his screams working her nerves and rolling down her spine as she shuddered at the thought of what it would have felt like to have to go through your first shift, something the woman didn't exactly remember. She also noticed that he hadn't seemed to take the only advice the woman ever offered a newbie. Don't wear anything nice, it wasn't anything new though and he'd learn soon enough when he'd have to buy himself a new wardrobe instead of saving himself the money. Locking eyes with her father for a moment she saw the look he gave her, the slight annoyance at her lack of sympathy and the way she really didn't seem to care about his irritation either. It was dangerous for her to do that, she'd never fight against her father and with the moon coming out to play in no time his mood was unpredictable, the alpha in him came out and he demanded his respect and as hard as she was Nika would give it to him because he deserved it, so before it turned into a battle of respect the woman looked down and walked away from them, continuing through the manor taking note of every open door and window.

The woman walked out to the back where the training area lie in ruin, Barrett had long ago fixed his having shattered the gear but the Russian had to figure that at least for the next few days he wouldn't be fixing jack shit until the full moon passed and she wouldn't blame him if he didn't. Out here, past the ruined targets and the wreckage littered about, Nika's hands rested on the balcony rail at the top of the stairs where she stood and swallowed thickly as she watched the blood red sky begin to turn a deeper hue of indigo, it wouldn't be long before Nika couldn't deny at the wolf that was clawing at her, begging for the free reign it deserved after having to be tame for so long.

Nika liked to thnk she had better control over her wolf than the average joe but even she was only a werewolf come night time, she was a beast in the dark, the things nightmares were made of and she had no qualms about it. As a matter of fact the thought brought a smirk to the woman's face, little red didn't have a chance in hell. Nika's wolf wasn't as amused though, she wanted out and she was tired of Nika denying her if the sudden lurch in her body was any sign and Nika knew there wasn't much time left before she not only gave in to the wolf in her but otherwise left the weakest in her pack to fend for themselves, if their shift was too hard than too bad and if they found themselves among the rogues and Vokuls so sad. Nika couldn't do that though, as much as she didn't care for the freshlings they were a member of her pack and they had to get to open ground safely before she did.

Walking back into the manor, Nika noticed that more of her pack had left, her brother had given into the moon's call at first chance and she had let him gladly. He was only a pup still but was smart enough to take care of himself, Nika just knew that Ami embraced his wolf more than most and it was probably why his shifts were always so easy on him. Ami was always the brightest of the pack during the shift because he seemed to be the one that let his wolf out to play the most, not that Nika denied her wolf but Ami definitely did seem to prefer going all furry, definitely more so than Nika did.

It was when Nika finally got back to the living room that she'd noticed her parents had gone, the pained freshling missing as well and the house eerily quiet. Had they left already? Had the moon taken her over so? More then likely but Nika took it upon herself to sweep the house and grounds one more time, her eyes catching the rustle of every leaf the scurry of every critter and the cry of every owl on the property. They had in fact all gone and had Nika known the meaning of self control she might have waited before shifting but the moon was shining high now and her wolf wasn't taking no for an answer anymore.

There on the back terrace over the training guard, illuminated by only the eerie glow of the toxic moon Nika finally let the caged animal in her out. Nika's knees buckled at the extremity of her shift, her wolf wouldn't take mercy on anyone, not even her tonight it seemed as the measly muscle shirt she wore was shredded and the pair of run of the mill fleece shorts were left as nothing more then rags. The woman let out a low growl as her bones twisted pulled and spread to fit her wolf. Her hair blending seamlessly into the white undercoat that spread across every inch of her skin like wildfire and Nika felt all of it and all she could do to make it pass was shut her eyes tightly.

Nika's teeth grew and her face twisted, the look of pain morphing into one of anger as the wolf in her took in it's surroundings. Amber eyes scanned the manor but her attention was set back on the moon and the wolf couldn't help but what came naturally. Tilting her head back, Nika let out a long, haunting howl letting others know she was here and she was coming. At this point, there was nothing Nika could do for anyone that had been hiding away and it was up to them to figure it out as the last wold in the Kinbok house took off down the terrace, to the sides where a set of woods lay.

Nika's wolf was even more aware of the things that Nika had seen, it felt the presence of the other wolves around stalking her and them woman let out a low warning growl, begging for someone to challenge her right now. None did, then again she was one of the bigger wolves in Kinbok and she was always a sight to see so she couldn't blame the weaklings for laying low as she walked through the woods that led up to the north woods as though she owned the land. Nika's wolf was every bit as self assured as Nika herself and the way the wold carried on seemed to show it.

Then Nika heard a howl, it wasn't one of her own and there was a challenge in it that the wolf in Nika didn't seem to like. The wolf returned the howl with one of her own, it was almost like an answer to the call, telling the wolf nearby that she was there and that she would't be long in finding them, it was a call to her pack as well, to let them know where she was, make sure they were all fine. The night was only so young after all...

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[VIKTOR LORENZ ALSVIK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #78816a solid; border-bottom: 10px #78816a solid;] Assassin... murderer... monster Assassin! Assassin! Assassin! Words: 2,125 || Tagged: OPEN || Status: Complete I sat in one of the straight backed chairs at my kitchen table. Weapons were laid out before me across the table’s wooden surface. Two pistols lay in pieces. My two most hand weapons, they have saved my life more than I can count. I can shoot any gun handed to me with deadly accuracy, though my gun of choice is the Taurus PT99. Mine is flashier than the average guns that are black. The whole of my fun was plated in silver, the real kind of silver not just chrome plating, and plated in as much silver as it could be without weakening the structure of the gun when firing. The magazines I had for my guns were transparent as are the hand grips so you are able to see the bullets within. There are also other various frame and slide cut-outs revealing the inner workings of the gun. Hands moved in sure movements, performing the basic needs to clean and then reassemble the two guns. Each gun was cleaned, well oiled, and had full magazines locked in. In a stiff and mechanical way I stood, pulling my shoulder holster up off the table was I stood. This holster wasn’t the one I normally wear on a day to day basis, this one was made out of the same oft supper black leather but this shoulder holster was designed to hold both of my guns instead of just the one gun. Rather grudgingly I shrugged on the holster and rolled my shoulders until it rested comfortably. With practiced movements I dropped both guns into the holsters, even the cool bite of metal against my flesh didn’t calm down the nerves that racked my stomach tonight. I was procrastinating; I really didn’t want to go out tonight. I stood in my kitchen with my hands on my hops, my head bowed, and looking down at the rest of my weapons sitting on my table. With a loaded sigh I picked up several spare magazines and stick them in the back pockets of my jeans. Next up a piece of supple yet heavy brown leather arm guard, I pulled it onto my left forearm. Once it was settled in the correct spot I pulled on the leather strings to tighten it until it was snug. I don’t use my bow that often when I’m out hunting but it always comes with me since you never know when it will come in handy. The arm guard was so the bow string won’t snap against my arm which really sucks. I pulled my quiver up off the table next, living it over my head and the strap rested from my right shoulder and across my chest, settling it comfortably over my shoulder holster without hindering any movement of drawing my guns. The quiver was filled to its capacity with silver tipped arrows that had pure white goose feathers laid into their tails. Finally I lifted a leg to rest my foot on the seat of the chair I had recently evacuated to secure a silver dagger to my ankle just side my boot. I remember days where I used to carry even more weapons than this but I’ve frown to figure out that the more weapons I carried means the more weight I had to carry which ultimately lead to me being slowed down. So now I just kept to my guns, bow, and a spare dagger just in case I got too up close and personal with a werewolf that would render my other weapons rather useless. I remember the days where I trembled with excitement of going out to hunt; I couldn’t wait for the chase. The thrill of it getting my adrenaline pumping, I lived for it. How young and naive I had been. Normally my clothes of choice were a pair of well fitted jeans, a button down shirt, and a pair of wild colored converse Chuck Taylors but that kind of attire wouldn’t be adequate for what had to be done tonight. I wore just a simple steely grey cotton tee shirt, jeans with a few holes in them that were loose enough where they wouldn’t be movement restricting but weren’t baggy enough where they would be a hindrance, and on my feet were a pair of black leather boots. This was nothing compared to my usual clean cut clothes especially with the holes in my jeans and mode covering my boots. I needed to think more about practicality than about my looks, I don’t think pissed off werewolves who want to chew on my ass will care if I’m dressed nicely or not. Heels of my boots scuffed across the polished wooden floors of my kitchen as I moved to the cupboard where the cups are stored. I opened the door and pulled down a glass and moved to the sink to full the glass with cool water. My right hand braced my weight against the counter as my left hand raised the glass to my lips. I took a couple long gulps from the glass before lowering the glass. The glass was held loosely in my finger tips and the heel of my palm rested against the edge of the sink. I bowed my head, bright blue eyes stared blankly down at the sink, I was looking but I wasn’t seeing the brushed chrome appliance directly in front of me. My thoughts were too heavy, blinding my sight while I was still in the safety of my home. My brow furrowed and an almost pained expression flittered across my features, cracking my well placed mask. If the government didn’t own me and my guns I would not be going out tonight, if they didn’t require me to give them evidence of werewolves killed I’d lie about going out. My heart was heavy tonight. I had no will to go out and go hunting. The sun was very close to setting, I was running out of time. I could already hear the weakest of the werewolves who couldn’t resist the moon’s call even this early out in the woods at the back of my house howling to each other. I haven’t regretted anything I’ve done lately but becoming involved with a werewolf has certainly complicated things to hell and back. Barrett… he is like no one I’ve ever met before. Even with all the pleasant memories I have time spent with Barrett; even they couldn’t lift my spirits right now. I think the only thing that could do that would be a note from the government dismissing me from my Hunter duties. But that would never happen. I could never be that lucky. I had a heavy lump of worry weighing in my stomach. I hoped more than anything that I wouldn’t come across Barrett tonight, not that I would know it was him as I’ve never seen his wolf form. I don’t know if I’d be able to keep myself from shooting him if I saw him go all furry on me. I’d really like to now hurt him but werewolves under the influence of the full moon are unpredictable. And there is the face I’ve never tried resisting shooting a werewolf. It’s usually going down like shoot at the first sign of someone shifting. I honestly don’t know if I’d be able to keep myself from shooting. It’s only nature to me now after so many years of Hunting. I just hope that if I do come across the werewolf who has earned a soft spot in my heart, I will be able to recognize him somehow and resist the urge to blow his head clear off his shoulders. I inhaled a deep breath in attempt to calm my stomach and nerves. I set the glass carefully in the sink and straightened myself. There was no point in cowering in my kitchen any longer. The night was drawing closer; just like werewolves I can feel the full moon. But this isn’t anything like the werewolves feel, I’m not drawn to it not is it drawing anything out of me. It was more like I could feel the exact moment when the top of the moon broke over the horizon, I could feel it move across the sky, and that heavy moment just before the moon sunk out of sight below the horizon again. I never needed a watch during the full moon because of this; I always know exactly how much time I had left of night. Pushing away from the sink I turned and picked up a silver chain with a little silver cross on it, made of pure silver. This was my last defense of desperation. I reached around my neck and clasped the two ends together. The chain felt heavy around my neck, I hadn’t worn it since the night I met Barrett which seemed like a life time ago now. Lastly I picked up my long bow up from the table. The bow was unstrung as I reached behind me and fastened it to my quiver. I had run out of excuses to procrastinate any further. Long legs carried my though my home, taking my sweet time in making my way to the back door. I hesitated just a moment longer at the heavy door, my hand clasped around the door knob, I was struggling to find my will to turn the door knob and swing open the door. By contract I was required to do so and produce some dead bodies for the government. Once again I felt tired and run down, like I couldn’t take another stop or fire another bullet without dropping to my knees in defeat. I gritted my teeth and turned the door knob and pushed the door open and stepped out into the night. Once past the threshold a well worn mask was in place. My expression was blank and cold. My eyes were wintery endless depths of icy cold calculating death. The temperature was mild, the sky was clear, but the air was thick with the werewolves. I haven’t even stepped off my porch yet and the sensations associated with werewolves were like someone hit me in the gut. Their powers that make them what they are crawled over my skin, causing goose bumps to ripple across my flesh and a shiver to shimmy down my spine. These weren’t good reactions, just the contrary. A werewolf’s power made my skin itch, made my nose burn, and gave me a pounding headache. It felt as if there were hundreds of thousands little pin pricks all over my skin. It was the most annoying sensation ever. It was something I’d never be able to avoid for my entire life, it is genetically bred into me that I’d be sensitive like this. The government calls all of this a gift; I see it as a curse. Now that I was out in the open I didn’t allow my boots to scuff against the ground. I moved with the stealth and grace that no human could match. I lived far out in the woods, I knew I was already knee deep in werewolves and the night is just starting. I lived just feet away from the edge of their territory. I hesitated at that little line. Crossing it meant that I was out of my safety zone, abandoning any kind of comfort I had at my home to risk my neck for the government’s cause that I didn’t believe in. I didn’t hesitate long; it was more of just a mild pause in my stride before I was enveloped by the surrounding woods. I used to love the smell of the outdoors, the trees, moss, and little streams. Now those small little quirks of my personality have been tainted by this job that is required of me. I loathe the woods now, they just stand for a constant reminder of what creatures they hide and the very creatures I must hunt and kill. I treaded quietly through the woods, boots making virtually no sound against the mossy floor. Ears strained against the sound of silence that enveloped me, intently listening for which direction the random howls that broke the silence came from. In a fluid movement my left hand rose and pulled the gun under my right arm out of my holster, flicking the safety off at the same time. Lithe movements carried me deeper and deeper into the woods, further into their territory, gun at the ready. Any feelings of distaste for what I had to do were buried deep and didn’t rear its ugly head. My expression was set into a cold determination to do this job well. I was Death. CLOTHES: Grey shirt, jeans, boots, guns, and bow [/style] I'm the villain! I'm the legal assassin!

[BARRETT CALLUM LOND]

There was always the urge to resist the shift, fight off the change or at least it was so for Barrett. He spent so much of his time outside of this one single time of the month keeping such a desperate grasp on his humanity that it wasn't just so easy. It was like forcing a giant fisted hand open that was frozen at the joints - like it was stricken with rigor mortis- and there were only a few things that would blast that the iron will wide open. His wolf had been pacing nearly all day since he'd woken up from a night of restless sleep, and he'd known things would be taken care of at the mansion so he'd headed out first to the North Woods to watch things from that end. It was rather neutral territory, but still dangerous if to many rogues, Kinbok and Vokul gathered. Not to mention the unexpected arrival of any hunters. There would be plenty of blood shed tonight and he could taste it already. He just hoped none of his own lost their lives with this full moon.

Barrett had left without a shirt or boots and had been pacing a slow trail for hours now, trying to burn daylight as fast as possible - unable to sit still as if there was just to much energy to keep contained and if he remained still for to long he was sure he would just explode. He'd lived to long as a werewolf, he'd gone through this to many times not to have a good grasp on it, only ever letting his wolf come when he allowed it. Most of the time anyways. He found himself as deep in the cool shades of the forest as he could possibly get, his senses all on high alert and feeling just about every natural or unnatural thing out there. His pulse had picked up sometime ago, and his body temperature was running hotter then normal as the approaching moon threatened to ride him hard, and unforgiving.

Barrett couldn't remember feeling this way in some time - with an anticipation gripping his spine and gut like he was some fresh lycan, he couldn't shake the dark hanging cloud of unease. So many things were on his mind that it made it impossible to concentrate, or relax - the pack, tonight, and...Viktor. But mostly more or less just the dangerous man that had found his way into his bed, and past every single caution he'd set up for himself after Trent. Everything in him and known that a night like this would come around sooner or later but he'd allowed himself to gladly - happily- act like something he really wasn't as long as he'd been with Viktor. He could feel the ones that weren't strong enough shift before the moon even peeked over the cresting horizon - he'd purposefully herded who he could to the shelter of the woods before it could happen, but he hadn't had the mind to actually stand a better watch over things.

He didn't want this, he didn't want to shift. Barrett didn't want to lose himself to the wolf and run, or hunt, not tonight, not next month. Regret filled him and it did nothing but piss off the thirsting thing buried in his center. His eyes closed and he inhaled, the scent of his pack and so many others so heavy he could taste it on his tongue - a strange marriage of the ocean and forest so strong it made him half shudder, the breath he let out fluttering from his chest. His anxiety about the next few hours had left the skin exposed dotted in glistening points of perspiration and he couldn't stop running a hand over his face and over the top of his head. The hairs were to short to grasp, but the knotted muscles in his arms and chest twitched with tension, like he wanted to jump out of his own skin - which technically he did and would soon enough despite the fight he was putting up.


All good intentions flew out the window however, his fight and struggle to keep himself together - his humanity was ripped from his hands in such violent way - as the sun finally hid, the moon lit up the bleeding and growing twilight. His knees hit the dirt first and his hands braced the rest of him as his body trembled then bowed. With parted lips his teeth gritted, knowing if he opened his mouth instead of words would come out nothing human. The change slammed him like a semi truck running through a wall of paper. It felt that easy for it to come on, left him with...that little of a choice to just let it happen. Barrett struggled and grasped, clung and finally hollered (a spine tingling mix of severely pissed off wolf and something very pained and very human) - did everything he could...just to hold on a little while longer.

There was the ripping of the fabric of his jeans until the expanding twisting bones and muscle finally saw it fit to flay it from him just like his own skin felt like it was doing. It shouldn't have hurt this much - in fact it never really did before...but Barrett was trying so hard not to. He wasn't sure what he could accomplish exactly by hurting himself like he was the fight was still there - even though he felt like an insect being ripped apart limp by limp by some really mean little kid. He heard the first howl - the mournful challenge sent up and his teeth rattled to repeat it. It was through the raging haze that he heard a second...then more and more.

Gold eyes watched his own arms turn fur ripped through the surface, not ripple or flow like water but burst past his outer self and it was like a tidal wave after that and just like that...it was like he was left in the stillness of nothing. Like he'd waged and battled through a hurricane to suddenly to be sitting in the eye of a storm. His head was heavy as was the rest of him but as he awkwardly climbed to all four paws there was a wave of tense satisfaction. Tipping his head back he answered the echoing, haunted calls of his own kind - but it was sure, ready...and thirsty for something. He was ready to fight, anything...everyone that challenged him or stood in his way tonight. Because this was his night, his forest and he was going to own it all. One giant sleek black paw padded out, then another and soon he found himself running. Gliding over the earth with a sense of belonging. and ease...

ooc - sorry for the wait =( I'm up for anything but killing him off tho'