Private Call Of The Wild [18+]

[Kir the Silent]

Crouching low to the ground the beast, eyed it's new prey. Normally they ran, but this one fought. It needed a challenge. Even though this would be over quickly. The prey said something, but the beast just leaped. Hard and fast, claws and fangs out straight at this larger prey. Intending to slash and rip into it's life's blood.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar had only a split second to react, turning on a far heel to side step and try to swipe the beast with his raging axe. But the were's sweep was equally wide, feeling three claws tear between his ribs, just barely missing vitals.

Crengar could barely ignore the pain, a were's claws and teeth always had a deeper sting than a blade. But he had to ignore it. He had to stay focused to survive against this seemingly invincible opponent....much less succeed in even killing it if it were possible.

 

[Kir the Silent]

The were retreated back a few feet, not of fear or hesitance. It brought the claw that had slashed his ribs to it's motuh and licked it savoring the taste. Almost in a taunting manner, it slowly tasted his blood. Then spinning faster than a beast he size should, it lashed out with its claws to the right. But this was just a ruse. The intelligent beast lunged with fangs aimed towards the left intent on biting the prey's shoulder, while he would be busy dodging his claws. The beast roared ferally as it made it's move...

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Stone-fury attempted to chop for the right arm, but couldn't defend what Crengar dreaded the most.

The beasts fangs sunk into his shoulder...

There was a moment where everything felt still, pale, hopeless. By that one bite that had yet to kill him, Crengar already felt defeated. Even if he were to live through this, Hircine would claim him; Taint his soul and blood with that of a beast. And forever block his way into the glory of Sovngarde.

"No!!!" Crengar's thoughts screamed in denial, and everything felt motional again. In a haze of rage mixed with defeat, Crengar and his mighty axe made their last stand. Bashing, kicking, even attempting to pull the beast ears out as wildly as the barbarian could. He would die a warrior, if he had to drive back Hircine before the Whale bridge of Sovngarde itself, no matter how hopeless.

 

[Kir the Silent]

As the blood filled the beast's mouth and just as he was about to finish his prey, it started to thrash violently. With suprising strength, it managed to elbow him in the eye. Roaring with fury, it released it's prey as it staggered back to clear it's view. As it watched it's prey bleeding, the beast knew it's hunger had been satisfied. It no longer wished to kill for now. Turning and speeding off for the woods, for a place to recover.

 

[GuardianCren1812]

Crengar dropped like a sack of potatoes as soon as the beast released it's grasp and ran for the forest, leaving Crengar damned by the gods themselves, so it seemed.

The barbarian did not readily accept it, standing up in hopes to give chase but was far too winded in the white hot battle against the were, not to mention the dreaded curse was already grasping him.

Stone fury churned in it's flames, it's wielder's blood becoming less and less recognizable and began to singe his grasp. Crengar, with a heavy heart, stuck the axe deep into the ground by it's handle. He couldn't imagine a worse fate for the axe, his finest piece of craftsmanship left with no other Stone-blood left to wield it.

But there was more at stake, the town was slowly being dragged into terrible danger. If Crengar turned here, his beast form would see the townsfolk as prey. He tried to drag himself as far away as possible, until he heard a very familiar voice that made his heart sink.

"Crengar! Wait!" said the farm girl he had left mere hours ago, her flaxen hair and the skirt of her shoulder-less dress brushing through the passing wind as she ran to him.

"Get back!" he lashed out to her, which struck her heart deeply. His eyes begged forgiveness to her while they faded from the calm brown to a moon-silver color. "Please....go home...be safe...be happy.." he pleaded her, his voice becoming frighteningly deeper than it already was.

His skeleton began to pop and extend, muscles thickening; his already hairy body becoming totally covered in fur. What was just a few moments of painful shape-shifting felt more like hours to the agonized Nord. The girl watched with pale horror written on her face, turning to run home like Crengar said, tears in her eyes.

Then it was over, the transformation complete. With what little time of humanity that was left in the newly bred were, he turned to find his mistress gone...with mild relief. He threw his head back and howled to the moon, the wolf taking over and leaping into the forests to begin it's hunt.

Stone-fury stood behind, the last trace of the once proud barbarian...

 

[Neverwin]

Valkyra might have given chase to the other werewolf, but bleeding as much as she was, she probably wasn't going to be able to make a long distance. She needed time to recover. The female beast's eyes watched the other werewolf leave, her expression seeming lazy. Then, she gave another glance towards the Bosmer that was practically alone. There was a flicker of something in the werewolf's eyes.

Hunger. She gave a low growl that was probably werewolf-speak for "Dinner."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Nadir heard the low growl behind her and looked. She gave an exasperated sigh.

"Yiff're's teeth. Not today, little pup."

She took off at a sprint towards Kir's home. The beast had kicked off behind her and was now in full pursuit; Nadir knew that she stood no chance of outrunning a full-size were. A full-sized, HUNGRY were. She panted and called out to the little scamp from eariler. She tried to remember his name, but it was foggy.

"Uhmm, hey! Mold! I could use your help here! Get me back to the keep! Or stop that were! PICK ONE!"

 

[Kir the Silent]

"Its MULD!" The little scamp dropped down from the trees to land on the beast's back, already having a spell in mind to stop it. "Takes this were-beast!"