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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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With fervour, unleashed

Postby Daegron on September 8th, 2014, 11:53 pm

Fall 39th, 514AV
early morning


The clear sky was a beautiful sight to behold. The last four days of downpour were not only unusual for Rhysol's city, but incited a deep worry that made everyone's mood a few shades darker. And that Lake monster; it made everyone scared and downright paranoid. People were consciously avoiding the edges of platforms. the prices had rocketed, the alleys had emptied. Children were not allowed to roam free, let alone wade their feet in the blessed waters of lake Ravok. It was a good thing that their faith had not faltered. In the end, Rhysol would protect them from whatever watery nightmare threatened to swallow them.

Daegron was unlike the usual resident. Sure, his faith to the Defiler hadn't changed a bit, but he stubbornly refused to be intimidated by a petching fish. The rain was a welcoming sight for his eyes. Ravok's highly controlled climate and general lack of actual weather may have been comforting, but for him it was also damn boring. He longed for his days in Zeltiva. During the winter he'd brave against the Bonesnapper; it's chilly caress made him feel alive.

He'd eagerly walked out of his apartment with the hot humid air stealing away his breath. He could not miss the storm-clouds that were gathering again to the north and he assumed it was a matter of bells before they'd hang heavy above the city. He'd gathered a few supplies in his backpack and headed for the docks. If he was lucky, the morning ferry would actually make it's usual trip to the shore. He didn't care to think of the details of this spontaneous excursion too much. He craved to walk on dry land, to explore the wilderness. The small windowless room was now more like a prison and he yearned to be free again. After the KRI incident, he felt different. As if something inside him stirred and beckoned him to run wild; to be unleashed.

It wasn't long till he found himself in a crowd at the docks. The trips to the shore were limited and far between. Getting on the ferry depended on how easily one could push, shove and squeeze himself through. The Ebonstryfe's presence was enough to keep the occasional brawl from escalating into a mess like the one that took part in the spring.

"Petch it... I'm late" Daegron thought and tried to walk closer to the platform's edge. In the sea of bodies he thought he caught a glimpse of a familiar red brindled mane. But just before he was certain that he'd spotted the Kelvic, she'd disappeared again. She'd shown great dedication even against her own kin; wild and fiercely loyal at the same time. She'd earned the Morpher's interest.

"Shyke !"

An elbow was shoved on his side with great force, forcing him to lean forward with his face turning into a wince of pain. Some burly fellow had deemed it necessary to beat his way into the ferry. It took him a few ticks to catch his breath and push his way towards him. There was no way he'd leave that bastard like that. Rage boiled inside him and with gritting teeth and clenched fists he finally reached his target who had just landed a punch on a worker's jaw.

"Take this you bastard !" he exclaimed and his fist flew towards the man's lower back. It was almost a good kidney shot. Almost, because the hulk turned around with a pained expression seeking the man who'd dared hit him. Despite his size, his hand moved swiftly towards Daegron's neck, grabbing it with ease. Luckily the other hand was tangled with a stranger's limb and the punch that could hammer the Morpher's face into fragments never actually arrived. A chance presented was a chance taken and Daegron's fist was promptly aimed at his opponent's throat. A solid hit that caused a choking fit, and the eventual release from his grip. Not wanting to stay in the thick of it while things were getting out of hand, he turned around and pushed himself into the quay.

As the Stryfe soldiers' commands thundered amidst the mob, he found himself boarded on a ferry overloaded with passengers, hastily leaving the docks behind. He looked around the crowd wondering if she'd managed to climb on deck...
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The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...

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Postby Redd on September 9th, 2014, 2:30 am

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Redd breathed a sigh as the humans around her pushed and prodded, causing her to stumble a few steps back or to be thrown back into someone. That someone was beginning to get really annoyed with that fact, but Redd really didn’t feel like breaking any rules by doing exactly what they were doing. Verin had been very insistent upon the fact that she couldn’t break any of the city rules or she would bring down his anger upon herself. That’s all she ever experienced really was anger and disappointment, well, from her previous master, this one was slightly different. This Verin that had claim her as his, had placed yet another collar around her neck, something that she very much disapproved of. However, she had just recently stolen the key to it, so now she could go out hunting, spend some time in her wolf form even though it wasn't allowed. Ever since her second master had basically disappeared on her, she had been stuck with Verin

Although, as she was shoved forwards, into the back of some other man, she was beginning to find it hard to resist biting the hand that shoved, for she wasn’t exactly sure who was a citizen and who wasn’t, plus she was trying to gain her breath back as well. The young wolf was shoved again from behind and she whirled around to face the man, his black locks hanging about his shoulders and his brown eyes were widened with surprise as she snarled at him. Her hazel hue almost dared him to try shoving again as she flashed her elongated fangs at him. This look paired with the bandages that covered the right side of her face, must have made her some what frightening. ”Back. Off.” She growled and it looked as if he decided upon taking a step back away from her and she turned back around, lifting her arms to fold over her chest with a ’huff’ settling upon her lips. Humans and their damn arrogance, she thought to herself, they think about no one but themselves. Indeed, if it hadn’t been for her Verin’s clear warning to not break any rules, she would have descended upon that man with no hesitation, to warn people that she wasn’t someone to be messed with. The feral side of her mind pushed her to do it regardless.

Gritting her teeth, she finally made it upon the boat which was clearly overloaded already with passengers. From somewhere within the crowd, she heard someone cry out with, ”Take this you bastard!” With a roll of her hazel hues, she finally settled down within the boat, the boat of which was slightly rocking with passengers as they all tried to get on board. Was it the rain that they had had the couple of previous days making these human react so stupidly? Did they not have a brain? She asked herself as she peered over the edge of the boat. As far as she knew, the water monster was still living in the depths of the lake and if this boat tipped, they would all be food for it. Suddenly, she felt a hand grasp the back of her cloak and shoved her to the other side, her form crashing into a man with raven hair, hair that occasionally had a grey streak within it. His sullen green eyes reminded her of someone, but at that current moment, she was more preoccupied with lashing out to rip out someone’s throat. With a snarl, she pushed herself up to turn and glare at the same man that had shoved her before on the docks. He literally looked like he was ready to jump out of the boat as her hazel eye glared her intentions of attacking him. To hell with the consequences, the feral side of her mind decided.
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Postby Daegron on September 11th, 2014, 8:30 pm

The clouds were already gathering above. their thin white edges were almost covering the docks now and their darker brothers loomed behind them; the occasional distant roar warning of the approaching storm. He smiled at the thought. Finally, real weather...

"Ugh!" His thoughts were interrupted.

A figure flew straight into his lap and crashed on him. The red mane was the first detail he caught. Her wild hazel eyes was the second. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her lean figure, trying to support her and himself before falling into the water. She looked furious, although probably not from his hands that were gripping her thighs. She didn't even seem to acknowledge him and it wasn't a surprise. Last time they'd met, he was Morphed into a more... brutal kind of creature. She snarled, and pushed to turn and face whomever had tossed her into him. He was a pathetic kind of fellow; tall and lanky with sunken facial features and a sad excuse for a face. And despite the fact that he looked greatly intimidated by the obvious display of her canines, he stood there.

As much as he'd love to see this turn into a fight, the ferry wasn't made to support an escalating brawl. And becoming fish snack wasn't exactly what he wanted right now. So he decided to act and walked closer behind her, and rested his hand of her left shoulder. His face stopped over her right, a couple of inches from her ear; perhaps a bit too close.

"Easy there wild one..." he said to her and turned to face the other man, giving him the most intimidating look that he could muster. His brow lowered into a menacing frown and his face a cold mask.
"I'd leave if I were you, lest you become lunch..." he threatened, growling under gritted teeth. The man seemed to snap out from the horror that froze him and backed off, getting lost in the crowd.

"Let him go, Redd" he said with a calm voice that turned into a wicked whisper for the next part, that was meant for her ears only.
Besides, you can hunt him down and rip his throat in the quiet shore. Where you can freely revel in his warm blood gushing out. Where no one will hear him scream."

He hoped his suggestion would be enough to stop her feral instincts. She was smart enough to wait for a better kind of a kill. One that involved the immense joy of a hunt. She was a predator after all. It was in her nature

"Come" he beckoned with a pat on her back. His hand stayed a bit longer and his fingertips run down her spine; he briefly wondered how her skin felt underneath her black garments.
"Let us find a quiet corner where we can talk..."

If she was willing to follow he'd lead her in some less crowded space and start a bit of a small talk. She'd have his full attention. It would help with the trip’s tedium. But more importantly, it would help him to better understand her; to get a glimpse into the wolf's mind.

The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...

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Postby Redd on September 12th, 2014, 4:16 am

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Redd felt someone shift and then move up behind her, a hand coming to rest upon her left shoulder as her snarls slowly turned into soft growls as the person behind her leaned in close, his breath gently caressing her ear as he spoke. ”Easy there wild one…” These movements of his caused her to become distracted with how close he was and she lifted her nose slightly to draw in a deep breath, taking in the male’s scent. It was familiar and a frown creased her forehead as she tried to remember where she had ran into this man before. It wasn’t like she got out often but… Suddenly it clicked and she remembered where she recognized this scent from, he had been one of those that had helped out with the break out in the kelvic institute. He had caught her attention and held her curiousity, especially with the way that he had changed his appearance. She knew she could shift because she was what they called, a kelvic, but he didn’t fully shift into an animal, so how did he change his appearance? His voice had caught her attention especially seeing as he had suggested that the stranger leave or become lunch.

His words continued to be calmly spoken into her ear before turning into a whisper, his breath being a constant distraction as it caressed her ear lobe and the bare skin of her neck. While she did still have her red scarf, she no longer wore it and had left it inside of her room. She couldn’t stand anything around her neck anymore, but the breath that caressed her skin almost made her want to shiver with a want to suddenly throw herself into a more dominant standing. Why she was suddenly feeling like this, she wasn’t sure, when a wolf felt like they had to try and gain a dominant standing it was for many reasons, but there was only two that she could think of at the moment. Either he presented himself as a threat… Or his actions were causing some kind of more primal instinct to stir within. It was like he was able to speak to her more primal, feral side, but he was right, it would be better to wait, hunt him down on shore where there were no seeing eyes.

Silently, she followed the male’s steps, feeling his fingers linger upon her spine and she briefly felt that urge to gain the dominant ground, however, she pushed it down for the moment as he led her to a less crowded area, taking a seat beside the male. She angled her head for a moment, her hazel hues watching the male beside her. There was something about him and her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she leaned forward, lightly brushing her own leg with his own in the process. ”How do you understand what it’s like to feel the bloodlust?” She quietly asked, to make sure that none of the surrounding ears could hear the question too well, for she didn't want to get word to get back to Verin so quickly. Although, now that she thought about it, they wouldn't really know that Verin now had her unless they ask her, or asked around.
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Postby Daegron on September 14th, 2014, 4:02 am

He was recognized and acknowledged by the Kelvic's keen sense of smell. She raised her head and took in the humid air along with his scent. She did not think of him as a threat. She did not object to his breath caressing her ear. Daegron's suggestion seemed acceptable or even tempting enough by the she-wolf and the poor bastard had his chance to leave unharmed for now. His bold touch was received without protest or any sign of aggression. As they retreated he couldn't help but wonder whether his... intimate approach had been noticed by her. Did it register to her wild side or her human form? Did she understand what he meant?

He wasn't quite certain himself either. What was it that made him advance in such a way ? He fondly remembered enjoying the sight her naked figure the last time they'd met. He wasn't one to deny lust; he welcomed it's maddening roar and revelled in it. There was a part of him that he had suppressed for too long. His impulsive side, driven by vices and anger suppressed. Like a beast it growled inside him for all these days and nights, howling for release. But today it simply reached and seized control, beckoning him to follow it's commands and indulge. Unable to resist, he'd let himself free and submit to it's whims.
She was an animal. Guided by primal instincts; her restrictions were not her own but imposed by another man. They'd be easily waived if he focused on awakening her feral urges. And for today she'd be the perfect companion.

There was a long moment of silence as they sat down. The first drops of water fell from the grey-clad sky; an introduction to what was coming soon. His face, although numb from the multitude of masks he'd shaped, welcomed them. His soul was thirsty. The rain would wash everything away. As her head tilted, he felt like being examined. His emerald eyes met her own and he stared intently. He wanted to show her that this was no trick; there was nothing to hide. He was straight and honest.

He grinned as she licked her lips and his gaze welcomed her as she leaned closer. Her question made him chuckle. It wasn't mockery.

"Bloodlust ? That’s what they call it ? Do they look down on you about it ?" He shook his head, wanting her to understand that it wasn't an acceptable term.
"It is your primal instinct. Your way to survive, your weapon and virtue. That is something they won't accept or understand." He exhaled with contempt.
"You were made to hunt; you were meant to kill. You are not a tame servant nor a loyal puppy, but a dangerous predator." His eyes glistened with pride. Pride that she'd understand.
"You are a wild creature, and should you choose to abandon your nature, your very essence, you'll be lost. So, no matter how great their effort is, do not deny your true call. Being yourself has nothing to do with loyalty."

He leaned in even closer, his eyes still locked with hers. Her run his palm along her hair and a fingertip down her cheek.
"I think I know what it's like. There's a part of me that isn't completely human. And it craves to run free, run wild. Today I plan to satisfy it's whims. Will you hunt with me ?" he asked, yet his intense stare implied that he had so much more in his mind. He was curious what her reaction to his words or his touch would be. They were spoken true, but his intent was purposely left unclear.

The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...

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Postby Redd on September 14th, 2014, 7:55 am

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His chuckled reached her hearing, but it didn’t seem to be in mockery before he began to speak, asking if they looked down upon her because of such a thing. As he spoke, she wanted nothing more than to look down, to look away from this man, but his emerald gaze had captured her single eye and she seemed to simply be drawn into his words. Between the humans and the city limits, she had begun to learn that they didn’t really understand of what it was to feel an anger deep within, to want to kill. Yet, this human sat here beside her, telling her that it was all natural, that she was meant to hunt and kill, to be a dangerous predator. The feral side of her seemed to growl with approval and was pushing with a want to test him, to see whether the pride that glistened within those captivating eyes was true and pure. Except, this new side of her, one that had been shaped by the hands of her last master, told her that even if it was true, that even if humanity was pressing down on her crushing her as her last master continued to ask her to deny her feral side. Verin had locked a collar around her throat to make sure that she couldn’t shift to give in to those dark urges, so then she couldn't spend time in her wolf form. What did it matter? She wasn't meant to be happy, this she had learned.

The thing was, it didn’t matter what form she was in, she loved hunting, she loved the taste of fresh hot blood and it was an adrenaline rush to know that the thing that she had clamped between her jaws was dying because she wanted it so. The whole thing was a rush, it made her feel somewhat powerful, yet within this human city, people were constantly frowning down upon her, whether it be because of her slave status or because they knew of her feral nature. When she had begun to live inside of the city, she had started to mourn for her life outside of the city, the freedom, the hunts, the fresh blood that would coat her tongue and maw. She had denied her feral side in hopes that it would please her first master. She had submitted to her last master, just as he wanted her to, gave him what he wanted, instead she ended up miserable and he had disappeared. While Miro had released her from the collar, he too seemed to have disappeared, along with the man that had taken her right eye.

As this male Daegron lifted a hand to run a palm over her brindled red hair and she felt a finger gently caress her cheek, her top lip twitched as a soft growl of challenge rose to her lips. She wouldn’t submit without a fight, for she was tired of trying to prove herself, now she would make them prove themselves that they were worthy to submit to. She caught his words then and a smirk fell into play upon her lips, her hazel hues reflecting the challenge within. A hand lifted to grasp the wrist of his hand then, before she spoke. ”This is my territory that we are entering, not some kind of human building. If we hunt together, we hunt on my terms.” It was almost a challenge, a dare woven into words. Indeed, he had woken up the feral part of her, the one that didn’t want to follow and be pushed around without challenging it, they had to prove that they were worthy to lead, just like an alpha and beta had to prove themselves as the strongest of the pack.
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Postby Daegron on September 16th, 2014, 7:39 pm

He would not have it any other way ! It was a challenge, and challenges were meant to be accepted; they were made to be mastered. It was in his nature to seek out such tests of his mettle, To adapt and overcome. She spoke the words with pride; her defiance a beauty to behold. They rang true to the beast that was hidden inside, the one that craved to be unleashed. That twitch on her upper lip, the growl and the tone of her voice were like a promise of what was about to happen. They seemed to have awakened so many parts of him. A sinister grin was soon painted on his lips while still staring at her bold eyes.

"A challenge ? I would not have it any other way, honey. Fair enough... That is how things are supposed to be done."

Survival of the fittest. This ancient decree defined the world ever since it was created. And much as the humans tried to ignore it, the Valterrian has showed them otherwise. The world was so much harder to live in, almost cruel. With tenacity and eventual consent to this primordial rule, those who had survived managed to make places to call their own. Still the world was vast, unexplored, untamed. A wish to roam, explore and survive was now born into his soul. To fight and survive. To conquer. She would be the one to introduce him to her world. She'd just introduced him to the call of the wild.

As the occasional drops turned into a light drizzle, the shore appeared on the horizon. They didn't exchange too many words after that challenge was uttered and received. It was as if if they were sizing each other; the glances he exchanged with her gave subtle hints of fervent delight. Dominating this one wouldn't be easy task. He would be like a fish out of the water, so he'd need to rely on his talent. If it was easy, It wouldn't be worth it. His growling need to run rampant and his carnal desires about her pale skinned figure wouldn't be exactly the same. He'd never want her to be tame; he craved her wildest self.

It wasn't long till they found themselves on solid ground. It was always good to have earth under his feet. They walked for a while and a few chimes later, they were away from prying eyes. The wildlands were open in front of them, calling them to explore. The drizzle was slowly getting thicker and the distant rolling thunder did not intimidate him; instead, he looked up and let the rain wash his face, savouring the moment. He felt a weight being washed off his shoulders and he took a few deep breaths.It did not escape his attentions that here, she felt a lot more like home. She seemed blissful.

"I hope you won't mind me making a few necessary... changes. It'll help to slightly even out your obvious advantage. he said, and regardless of what her answer was he'd already started his ominous song, getting focused and preparing his flesh for the imminent shift...

The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...

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Postby Redd on September 17th, 2014, 10:20 am

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"A challenge ? I would not have it any other way, honey. Fair enough... That is how things are supposed to be done." These words had sunk into her thoughts and she had completely forgotten about the collar that was still wrapped around her neck. He was more than happy to accept her challenge, but not only that, he enjoyed the challenge that she presented. Not once did he try to change who she was, in fact, it was almost as if he was encouraging it and her gaze drifted towards the surface of the lake. Occasionally she would glance back at him, her gaze sometimes catching his in the process. The young wolf briefly wondered as to what was going on through that mind of his, as he seemed to be in thought, but it didn’t worry her too much for she was now more excited about the hunt that they both would participate in. A hunt that was best shared then alone, especially when shared with someone who also shared the same want to run wild.

The moment that they had found themselves upon solid ground, she had to hold herself back to simply walk through the human dwellings instead of running through them. The call of the wild was strong and she had been more than happy when her master had allowed such a trip out to the wilds. She could finally run free again, to hunt and taste the fresh hot blood of her kill. Human dwellings only reminded her of a cage, but she guessed that she still wasn’t free of the bindings that held her to the city. She still had a collar around her neck, a collar that of which had a lock and Redd held the key to that lock. Her right hand lifted so then the fingers could trace over the half black sun tattooed upon the back of her left hand. She would never truly be free, but perhaps, maybe, she could test the boundaries of Verin's rules, perhaps there may be more slack than she thought. As soon as they had put the dwellings behind them, her mood lifted and a sense of belonging washed over her, just like the drizzling rain was doing at the moment. She lifted her nose just a little to take in the scents of the wild. The sweet scent of the grass and the rain as it fell down around them, dampening the earth which gave off its own scent. She even noted the rustling sounds of the trees as the wind gently played through the tree tops. It was everything that she would consider for home to be, if such a thing even existed for the wolf.

Daegron spoke about making a few changes to level the playing field and a smirk fell upon her lips as she crossed to a tree, a tree where she normally held her items whenever she had gone on hunts. Lifting her nose, she scented the area, making sure that no predators or humans had been this way. Upon scenting nothing, her hazel gaze briefly took in the male as he began to sing his strange song and she knew that it was time for her to take on her own shift. Turning back to the tree she unclasped her cloak and pulled the scarf off of her arm, next to follow was her shirt and pants until she simply stood naked. Scars in the form of claw marks trailed down on side of her form, while another scar that also looked like a bite mark encased one of her ankles. These were the only things that was the proof to the fact that she had once been living within the wilds. Lastly, off came the collar and she quickly threw it into the hollow tree. Silently, she tucked her clothes away into the hollow tree before a pale red light surrounded her form and she felt herself borrow her wolf form. As soon as the pale light faded away, in her human place, she stood as a wolf and she shook out her red coat.

Once the shift was complete, she lifted her nose again to scent the air, making sure that no predators had crept up behind her when she was shifting. The presence of the male changing his own form was slightly distracting in its own right. She silently padded a yard away from Dae, patiently waiting for him to do his thing, while she scented the air. She hadn’t been here for quite a small bit of time, so she wasn’t exactly sure as to what predators had decided to occupy the area, but it didn’t seem like anything had… Yet.
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Postby Daegron on September 25th, 2014, 8:49 pm

Unleashed.
He removed his shirt and boots, placing them into his sack that now rested next to his feet. The sensation of his feet on the earth was new to him and inspiring. It was time to let himself free of whatever shackles the civilized world had tied him into. A ravishing feeling that he could not understand woke inside him. The time was right.

His strange words grew and filled the damp air around him. The beating of his heart gave the rhythm, his long deep breaths made the vowels resonate in his chest. The throaty consonants hissed, painting his otherworldly chant into darker shades. For a few moments he felt attuned to the world. As if a portion of him had left his body and his essence had slowly spread around him. And he could feel, every drop of rain as it fell on the red and brown leafy bed. He could soar as high as the highest treetop and see the ever darkening grey sky over the canopy. He could sense myriads of creatures walking, crawling, creeping, digging the earth. It was the strangest sensation, being at one with a place, feeling free. His Djed bubbled and swirled, summoned into action by his focusing incantation. It slowly flowed through veins and nerves; it spread through lymph nodes and passages. It was conducted like a slow moving vibration through his bones, making his marrow sway upon command.

And then she simply took it all away. The view of her pale skin, her naked figure suddenly reminded him that he was not a spirit, one with the world, but a being of flesh. It reminded him of carnal desires, of the eldest vice and most primal of instincts; Lust.

His heartbeat rang louder and faster, frantically pumping blood and Djed all over his body. And the cloud, a figment of his imagination more than an actual gathering, that his gloomy invocation bore, swiftly turned and surged inside him, energizing him and initiating the shift. He kept his eyes on her animal form at all times, studying, calculating and focusing on details that would make the impending morph complete and functional.

The marrow in his bones slowly pulsated, making his skeleton almost elastic. His spine arched forward and elongated. its vertebrae growing larger and harder. The muscles on his torso tightened their grip and bulged, supporting the new structure. His arms grew a few inches longer; the tendons wrapped around them, followed, resembling a compressed coil, ready to be sprung in action. The muscles in his arms grew and expanded, providing the new extremities with sufficient force. He spread his fingers open while staring at the back of his hands, willing his nails to turn into sharp claws. As Djed flowed through him around him and inside him, he lifted his heels and stood on the balls of his feet. His toes grew longer and went apart, curving downwards and digging into the soft earth while claws sprouted forth. He lowered his head and made his neck expand. His nose sank half it's length into his face while the nasal cavity expanded. His mouth seemed to tear open his cheeks and his teeth grew sharper; a huge pair of canines was placed amongst them. His forehead pulled slightly back, his brow lowered and the lower part of his face moved an inch forward, creating a short snout.

The beast was a grotesque fusion between man and wolf. An intense blunt pain suddenly run down his spine. With a low howl he kept his focusing mantra in his mind, fighting to keep the transformation despite his natural form's resistance. It only took him a few moments of agony to shake it off. The pride on his face told a tale of triumph. The Morpher tried to retain certain parts of his anatomy, in order for the adjustment to the new shape to be quicker. He took a few awkward steps, only to find out that his stance had a very solid base and he was far quicker than he'd expected. A satisfied growl escaped him. His hunched back was raised straight while he looked up and breathed in deeply. He was surprised to find out that his sense of smell was heightened. His heart furiously pumped it's red liquid around his new body and an inexplicable agitation overcame him. As if the new form had taken a will of it's own and beckoned wildly. The beast needed to hunt.

He moved closer to Redd, and lowered to meet her gaze. He wasn't quite sure how to do it, but he sniffed the air taking in her scent. It was something unique and something different than he'd ever smelled before. He felt confident, probably driven by his pride, that he could recognize it if they got lost. He went on and placed his items within Redd's stash and tried to speak. Words were difficult to create with his new mouth, but after a few tries he managed to growl a simple phrase:

"I'm eager to begin. Lead the way."

The Art will twist you and turn you.
It will break you and tear you asunder; from your scattered remains it will shape you.
It will engulf you and spit you out.
It will fester in your mind, disfigure your body and blacken your soul.
And so on and so forth, through an endless chain of transformations till the time comes and you are everything...
Then you'll truly be nothing...

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Postby Redd on October 1st, 2014, 4:36 am

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A low howl brought her attention back to the male and she wanted nothing more than to join in on this howl, but her golden hue viewed the man as he underwent his odd transformation from human form to a form that was something made from both human and beast. Her ears pricked forwards as she watched such a transformation and she wondered as to whether he was in pain at all. It wasn’t like her shift, it was quick and painless, for she was simply borrowing one form or the other. His shift or change? Was slow and it looked almost painful as if his body was rearranging his form to a desired result. She turned to fully face him as he approached her and she lifted her muzzle only to also take in his scent. Which puzzled her, for she thought that his scent would be different since he had taken on this change, but he smelled just the same as he did beforehand. An ear flickered back as he tried to speak in this form that he had taken on and she shook her head. Wolves, even half formed ones were not really made for speaking words and she would have laughed at his attempt, but instead she padded forth and rubbed her form along his leg. This was mostly just a greeting of sorts before she turned away from him, her nose lifting to scent the area again.

Nothing, well, at the moment there was nothing, once she moved to a different location, then there would be more about. While they had traveled out of human eye shot, animals were still most cautious especially when it came to humans. With a soft growl, she padded forth into the forest with her nose lowered to the ground to take in the many scents. It was easy for her to get distracted, seeing as it was her first time out of the city. She wanted to get reacquainted with the forest that she had come to love and so, occasionally she would stop to lift her muzzle so then her hue could view the birds as they flew overhead, bringing their twittering music to her ears. The wilds invigorated her, renewed her sense of being, it brought peace to her mind where it stilled and she embraced her animal side. This was what she was, it was who she was and as the humans had tried to make her deny it, to be ashamed of who she was. Her first master had wanted her to be more human, but deep down, she had known that it would never happen. Redd was first and fore-most a wolf at heart, this was where she had grown up, spent her pup years amongst this forest. The young wolf could never deny what made up most of her past life.

As they went further into the forest, she paused in her movements suddenly, her head shooting up as both her ears pricked forwards. She could have sworn that she heard something, like the snapping of a twig. She glanced behind her to look back at Daegron, her golden hue flickering over his form before she lowered her nose to the fertile earth. She took in the scents and she took a couple of steps forwards pausing as she suddenly caught a whiff of what she had been hungering for. Lifting her gaze, she glanced around them as her tongue darted out to lick her muzzle. The wolf could feel the adrenaline begin to take hold of her as excitement began to channel into her paws, her movements now had more bounce to it as she began to anticipate the hunt, the run and the muscles bunched underneath her skin as she bounded over a log. She forced herself to slow her movements and she suddenly crouched as she finally spied her prey. Although it wasn’t a buck, it was a doe and it would sate the hunger that fueled her being, slowly she lowered her form to lie upon the fertile earth, her golden hue darting between the doe and its surrounding areas. She had to mentally prepare herself for the run that the animal would more than likely give them when they eventually did give chase. Deer were fast and nimble, they had a leap to their run that could very well be distracting and their hind legs could hurt someone should one get too close to them.
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