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Post by Kuri on Mar 24, 2011 6:39:42 GMT -5
”Coward?“ The left lid of the large black wolfs eye began to twitch ashe spoke icily. His lips pulled back in a long and vicious snarl as a very dark, and very aggressive black aura seemed to radiate from the now enraged beast. Sickening cracks of bone echoed around in the darkness as the shapeshifter began to violently and rapidly change the form of his body. It was only when Blade was angry, that his forced itself to violently change like this. Zane's eyes widened as he felt the threatening air around Blade, that he now too, was even afraid of. He had only ever seen his friend like this a few times, and during all of those times, Blade lost complete control of his mentality. It was because of this that people often mistook the shapeshifter for a werewolf. Eight new tails began to push their way from Blade's spine as the wolf's bulky body began to distort and grew into a grotesque shape of a large wolf-like fox.
”GET BACK NOW!” Zane bellowed as he wheeled around on his heel and launched his body backwards, throwing himself away from the side of his friend that just a few moments before, was protecting him from the dragon. Zane had his body pressed up against a wall to a house, now stood a few meters behind the guard and dragon shapeshifter, with his katana; pointed to his friend. The nine-tails behind Blade began to whip against the ground with loud thumps as his body continued to change. His eyes had started to glow now, and saliva dripped from his lower jaw like a feral animal. Zane and Blade had come across the dreaded Nine-tails during one of their trips in Japan, and because of this, had almost lost their lives. If it wasn't fore Blade copying the Nine-Tails' form and fending off the demon with it's own power, they would never have survived. But it was this raw, and unchallenged power that Blade now used whenever someone managed to properly piss him off. The overwhelming power was like a demon of it's own that had made Blade's body it's home, and made him lose all control like this.
”C-Coward?“ The low hiss-like voice that came from the wild jaws of Blade's new demon form was slightly shakey as the power from all elements coursed their way through the unstable shapeshifter body. One of the tails coated itself in flame, another was coated in water, one was coated in a armour made of stone, one had a vortex of wind ripping around it, one had lightning sparking from the time and to the base, one was as black as the sky portraying darkness, while the last was as bright as the sun, for light. ”You think I'm a coward... Dragon?“ Laughter erupted from the beast as he took as single step towards Zack, his large paw crushed into the ground as it did and caused a small crater.
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Post by Shadow on Mar 24, 2011 7:48:34 GMT -5
"Yes. I do. A coward for having to take on the form of someone more powerful than you to fight a boy. A coward for letting your birth right fight your fights for you. And a coward for expecting me to do the same." A shiver ran through the boy's body just glimpsing at the creatures form, the tails forming into elements, the beast's very footsteps breaking and shattering the stone beneath them.
He had brought this on. This was his fight. If he had only known what power this creature posessed... No... He would have done no differently. The beast was nothing more than a bully trying to impose his will on anyone he thought could give him a challenge.
Now that gave Zack's thoughts pause...
The beast knew that Zack posed a challenge. He wouldn't have picked the fight otherwise. It didn't matter how much of a challenge, it only mattered that the wolf thought Zack had enough power to stand against him. Despite even having a power like the one he was showing now...
As the beast took his first step, a warning flare sparked up in his mind, the dragon protecting him by predicting danger as it always had. Zack's somber blue eyes had drifted down to his ring, his left hand over his right again, caressing it as his thoughts drifted to his own power, the dragon sitting just beyond reach in his mind, tail flicking back and forth in anxious anticipation, similar icy blue eyes watching him closely, waiting patiently but not for long.
Both he and the dragon knew they had little time, that he had to shift, the fight was here. But not yet... He was stubborn.
He was proving a point:
The wolf was nothing without his other forms.
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Post by Leaf on Apr 4, 2011 21:57:11 GMT -5
The expression on Arcus's face was literally blank. He was pale and cold sweat was running profusely down his face and back, but his eyes seemed to have emotion. The fear had seeped into him so deeply that it shook his marrow. It had swallowed any thoughts that he held before and left him in a state where instinct began to wash over reason. The ominous presence of the wolf were so great that Arcus could not help but shudder. The transformation wiped away the soul inside of the pitiful human. It was scary. There was no better way to describe it. It was a demon, a monster, and it was incredibly horrifying. Everything about it spoke of crushing power and destruction. Its raging demeanor and its petrifying aura of power knocked out any sort of reason out of Arcus's head. His grip on his weapon, however, was tight and his muscles were tense. There were no more choices, no more options left. He had to strike; had to exterminate it. He wanted to survive.
Taking a deep breath, the soldier swung the glaive back, taking a more aggressive stance. A wild, feral growl rumbled in the back of his throat and as the last strands of sanity ruptured, a dreadful scream was released. All the primitive, wild emotions spilled out. Fear, anger, confusion, fear. It was a whirlwind of the pained feelings of a cornered beast. A desperate cry imbibed with the want to survive. The bloodcurdling noise pierced and echoed in the night, announcing its last challenge. Arcus ran at the beast, nearly becoming one himself. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes wide and burning with madness. His mouth hung open, the last of his cry dying away, drifting away with the saliva that frothed at the madman's maw. Nothing filled his mind. It was entirely blank. In fact, perhaps it might've been unconscious. His bestial behavior was driven by pure fear and adrenaline. His weapon was lifted and heaved into a grand swing. The steel glinted in the light of the stars, flashing in the night as it was brought down, hard and heavy, for a desperate, futile attempt at survival.
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