Wolf On The Winds

[demin]

At first all of this just seemed like playing keep away like he did with his younger brother, even when he'd left his humanity behind it was still fun playing this little game. Some things never change. He'd been having quite a fun time just barely keeping her dagger out of reach until his eyes caught hers just momentarily flashing amber. About time. No more games, now this little keep away game was serious.
"You seem ta think I care."
Come on, keep gettin' pissed. Anger is always important if you're a werewolf, as long as you don't completely lose control. And Selia seemed like she was about to do just that, the disregard and desperation were only the first signs. Just to mess with her even more he tossed the dagger into the air a few times, catching it by the blade almost every time.

Her obsession with the dagger seemed similar to the one he had with the cross dangling from his neck. As a child he'd always been trying to steal it from his father, usually ending up in either being beaten or chased around. Those beatings ended up in coming back to haunt his father. He'd been the first one to be killed by Matias after his transformation, even then he still obsessed with that cross. If anyone tried to do with the cross what he was now doing with those daggers, he wouldn't care if they were friend or foe, they'd probably end up dead. It was the only thing left from his human life that he actually treasured, a spoil of war, a trophy, a reminder that he was stronger than the greatest lycan hunter who ever lived.

Just a little more. There was no way that he could NOT enjoy this, even if it was supposed to be serious. When those fangs of hers showed his lips curved into a mischievous grin, which showed off his own fangs. His little game paused for a few moments when Selia went rigid, his little plan seemed to be working so far. This became apparent when he saw her eyes turn yellow and stayed that way. Now that she was more or less completely pissed off, he could get out of that alleyway and someplace where the humans wouldn't notice two werewolves fighting, if that's what this would indeed have to come to. Just as he was kneeling down to jump onto one of the roof tops he felt a sharp pain in his side as she dug through his armor and into his side. He grunted in pain, but still kept the dagger just out of her reach.
"Didn't have tha right to kill my brothers either, didn't stop me from slaughterin' 'em."

[blitzkreig]

"Bastard."
Her words came out now in a laboured snarl. Matias went to move away from her, maybe launch away and take her prize with him, no chance of that. Without even her own valid knowledge the nails on her hands had warped into sharp talons, and she dug deeper into Matias's armour plated side. Her brows tilted downwards in an iminant snarling furrow, the skin along her nose crinkling as she pulled her lips back and exposed fangs. The bones in her legs now gave an audible snapping, crackled like a shotgun and Selia fell forward with a gasp of pain. In that moment her grip on Matias and her precious dagger was lost.

The thing had been carved from dragon bone, all of them had, for Selia had a store of about three on each belt that crossed just above her belly. Her legs braced as she went forward, arms shooting out to catch herself as she fell. For a few moments she simply crouched prone, feeling the shots of liquidly pain seeping through her very core. Selia was making these strange bubbling snarls, slavering at the mouth. Her dark brown hair fell in front of her face. It was almost possible to see the rippling under her flesh, muscles melting away and tying themselves anew to moulded bones.

Another pain shot through her this one much more violent. But instead of crying out, the prone girl started to laugh. Her head had gone insane, surely. She was losing every strip of her humanity to the beast within. The beast was fighting and winning this time, no more counting back from ten. She was [grrr]ing pissed. A blind hand graphled at the other daggers on her belts, but its spasms were too great, she could not take good enough hold to one to grab it and stab the bastard right in his lying throat. Why had she trusted him? Why had she become so weak and let things happen over again. Selia's mind went black, and suddenly, her jaw sprouted outwards with a crunch. Bloody spittle spattered from her stretched lips as her teeth became daggers and tore her gums apart.

Selia's muscles tore and pushed at her flesh, hair was slowly sprouting from each and every pore on her skin. It was a burning tickle, an itch she could not stratch and it was driving her insane. So insane her laughter reached a fevered pitch. The girl's deformed and changing body shot its amber eyes upards, and she reached out with a muscluar arm. The fur sprouting upon her body was black on top, and rich gold and cream near her belly. Clothes became stretched and twisted. It had begun.

[demin]

"Meh, I've been called worse."
The shooting pain in his side hadn't really effected his voice, pain was something he didn't really mind. It just meant he was still alive. When her claws decided to show themselves and dig deep through his armor and further into his side the wound began to bleed heavily. It seemed to flow out of the pierced flesh, staining his armor, her hands, and the ground a crimson color. This pain was something different than just her hand being jammed into his side, claws taking flesh and sinew was a whole new level of pain. It took nearly his entire will to surpress the scream of agony, this girl wasn't so weak anymore.

Once those claws of hers had left his flesh, taking along quite a big chunk with them, he quickly leaped onto the roof of the building that he attempted to land on earlier. His landing this time was heavy and no where near as graceful as it was when he first jumped into the alley. The force from the landing made more of his life-blood leave his body and make a sickening splatter on the ground. This is what I get for helpin' people. Grabbing at the wound on his side, he tried to stop the bleeding so he wouldn't black out, that wouldn't be the best thing to happen when there's a werewolf who doesn't have control only feet below you.

Now the he was safe for the moment he viewed the little spectacle below him with a mix of accomplishment with making her turn and satisfaction that he had made this girl give in to quite a big temptation. One brow arched as she broke out into a manic laughter, Hmm, so this is what I looked like when I turned. Glad I blacked out. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make her turn in this way, he didn't want to have to turn himself and kill her. Sure he may have a gaping wound in his side, but he was used to his lycan body and was most likely more powerful. This was going to be hard to explain when....IF she returned to her senses. Once again his plans had come back to kick his ass two fold. Oh well, it made life a little more fun to live.

[blitzkreig]

A hush fell in the alleyway and Selia's shoulder's hunched forward. She doubled over a little, on her knees now, propping her shaking body with two pulsing arms. The sweat poured cold and slick down her back, a back that had just become exposed to the sudden chill that had lept up uninvited in the alleyway. Spine popped and arched, now coated in a thickening pelt of lusterous black fur that slid gracefully and shimmered on her convulsing back. The bones in her legs snapped and melted into new lupine shape, hands covered in a sticky coating of quickly drying blood gripping the dirt on the ground, creating deep furrows with her newformed claws. Selia ground her teeth together, and they bled more as they pushed into obsidian fangs.

Her skull seemed to cave on itself, shaping itself into something long and feral. The girl's jaws pushed into a canine muzzle, thick and slightly tapered at the end. Ears formed points and centered more atop her head now. And finally, her eyes became wolf, fully wolf, just as the fur began to sprout on her face and she became what she had always feared as a young little girl. In her throes she had shucked off her sweat-moistened and torn clothing, daggers and all. Laughter died in what was now a muzzle, become feral snarls. The new network of muscles on her face bunched and wrinkled as she tested them, finishing latching themselves onto her fused skull.

In what seemed even less then an instant, Selia had transformed from a jittery teen to a sleek, powerful beast. She stretched and tested her new muscles, hardly having noticed the fact that her spine had elongated and broke free of the skin, creating a bushy, bottle-brush tail. Everything about her held a stark wolfen air to it. The curve of her muzzle to the shaping of her body, liquid and very animal. Hands had formed into large powerful paws, with each finger tipped with a curving canine talon. The fur that covered her bodice was ebon on her back and masked her face. On her sides and underside she went from golden brown to a creamy color at the belly. A single devilish looking fang curved down from her muzzle showing over her dark lower jaw on the left side of her face. Selia....or what was left of her, craned her neck upwards, canine nostrils flaring in hunger.

The senses flooded in now. Through her amber eyes everything seemed so much more clear, as though she had been staring through a dirty window all her life and now she had just stepped outside. The smells and the sounds took forms of their own, and she found herself tipping her ears to every sound that happened to filter by. With her back paw she stuffed her possessions jealously into the corner, covering her daggers. She may have been temporarily lost, but not all that far away, she still knew the importance there, even if it was only a glimpse from her human side. The slender female lycan stared up with arcane eyes at Matias, felt his pain and his weakness and snarled, spittle drooling down her chin. Those animal orbs rested on the dagger...Her dagger.

Hind legs bunched and suddenly she had launched herself upwards with a deep, and yet feminine snarl. Claws graphled almost seamlessly to the wall and she began to climb like a crazed insect up the wall, coming closer. Her daggers, it was a single-minded objective. Food, maybe later...But right now, these were precious, she felt they were. Somehow remembered.

[demin]

((AACK, short >_<. Had to type it up at the last minute before my bro kicked me off v.v. Oh well, hopefully it's good enough for you to come up with something ;>.>))

The eerie silence that now filled the alley was slightly unnerving. Apparently some human had noticed the girls maniacal laughing, saw her in mid-transformation, and had warned the many other humans in the immediate area. Shit. No humans, no food. No food, she kills me. During almost the entire time the girl had been going through this rather sickening transformation, Matias had been unknowingly spinning that damnable dagger through his fingers yet again. Noticing this he quickly stopped the blade from moving in between his fingers, but the abrupt halt caused just enough force to cut a pretty good in wound into the bone of his ring finger. "Dammit! I just can't get a [grrr]in' break. As if this hand didn't hurt enough with this damn shackle."

The dagger fell to the ground and landed straight up, the blade being dug deep into the ground. Ugh, at least she might not kill me now that I don't have that damn knife. His bloodied hand grasped the oozing gash in his side, this wasn't good, he was losing way too much blood. Another few minutes and he'd either be VERY dizzy or just pass out altogether. Not just yet, though his vision was starting to blur he could still see a giant black and golden mass of fur and muscle charging at him up the wall. In a quite desperate attempt to avoid further mutilation, Matias slowly and quite painfully rose to his feet, the pain now shooting through his entire upper body. His nerves screamed in agony and pain as he tried to jump back to avoid the now bestial Selia. All that he managed to accomplish was stumbling as he landed only a foot or two from where he had been, falling forward onto his knees as he broke into a sweat and began to breathe heavily as his body tried to make up for the vital life-blood that was spilling all over the ground.

[blitzkreig]

Beastial eyes, wolfen eyes caught the shimmering of the dagger spinning off over the edge of the building. Her muzzle was trained, seeking, following the dagger on its descent. Spinning, liquid silver, landing with a dull thud. Selia snarled, the muscles in her shoulders rippled and she reached out for it, couldnt reach and roared her anger to the entire town. Somewhere far off she could scent the smell of dog's blood. Just as she crawled over the edge of the wall, talons digging and dragging, wolfen ears tilted backwards to another sound. Her eyes were trained on Matias, but her ears were sifted back. Hesitation was there. She was caught between the descision of fresh blood right here, and a rage against a memory of her human side.

She watched, orbs burning, fiery at the blood pouring down the young man's arm, captivated. She took a step forward, snarled and swiped a claw out at Matias, missing by inches with a sharp whistle as the wind flayed past those dark claws. Selia haunched forward on her forepaws, watched him for another moment, then decided against something. Perhaps it was the human in her, the memories of him helping her out. Matias was his name, and he had stolen her dagger, teased and taunted her, pissed her to the brink. But for reason? No.....What? She was confused now. Brows furrowed, the spot between her eyes wrinkling gently, hesitant.

One huge paw clawed at the roof, making an eerie grating noise and she pounded gently on her muzzle with the other. What was this? With a final snarl, the she-wolf turned and bounded off over the rooftops, headed towards the sound of the inseccent barkings of the town dogs. Anger was there, stupid beasts, foolish things. They would pay, though she was not really sure why. Sleek and furious, her form beat over roof, then downwards. Landing on the ground with a light thud, Selia found herself in the shadows, human passer's by none the wiser. Slinking along the wallside, the beast kept itself pressed tight against the shadow, then, opportunity. The roadway became temporarily empty, Selia darted out and across, a golden black blurr driven by hunger.

The barking, mad in her new ears was making her go insane, and it was getting louder. Somewhere in the back of her head she kept in mind the pitious figure laying on the rooftop, bleeding out. She would have to get back to him. Maybe help him out. The lycan finally caught sight of one of the local strays, sifting through some garbage. It was thin and mangy. Selia licked her lips and bared her dripping fangs. The dog looked up with its sunken eyes, and didnt even have time to yelp. The last image of its life was a giant shadowed beast hurtling towards it.

[demin]

God dammit. Even when she has the damn thing back she's still gonna kill me. When the mass of muscle and fur rose over the top of the building, Matias just sat there on his knees, waiting to see what this girl turned beast would do. Golden eyes looked through the strands of black hair that had fallen in front of his face, worry, hate, anger, none of these could be found on his face or in his eyes, just his usual smug smile. He wanted to laugh as she swiped her arm towards him, she was definatly a funny one, her mood seemed to change a thousand times a minute, no matter what form she took. Yet again he wanted to burst out laughing as he saw her trying to think, trying to figure out just what had happened. He managed to suppress both urges to laugh, it might piss her off even more, and it wouldn't exactly be the best thing to do when there was a gaping hole in your side, which was now starting to heal and slow its flow of blood.

Despite the wound beginning to heal, Matias still felt dizzy and his vision was still a blur. The world seemed as if it were spinning, as if someone had placed the entire town on a merry-go-round and spun it as hard as they could, not exactly the best feeling on earth. Though the world was now highly distorted through his eyes, his nose and ears were still just fine. A flood of relief came over him as his ears picked up the sound of the beast bounding away, of course some humans might be in a spot of trouble soon, but he was still alive and that's all he really cared about right now. With bloodied hand still grasping his side he once again painfully and slowly rose to his feet, though now that both wounds were beginning to heal it was nowhere near as painful as before.

Despite the pain, he more or less half-walked and half-dragged himself to the edge of the building and hoisted himself with his uninjured hand over the edge. He came down with a thump and fell to his knees again. "I don't know why I tried to help her. I'm the one who always ends up payin' for it." Since his nose was still working just fine he followed the other werewolf's scent through the village, still holding the hole in his side which had stopped bleeding altogether, although it was still quit a disgusting sight. Some of the humans had returned to the streets and noticed the boy who was limping and trying to hold in blood and organs from escaping his body. Of course, they all more or less knew what he actually was, a human wouldn't have been able to survive that kind of wound. All their looks did to the injured lycan was begin to piss him off.

His rage would have to be dealt out later, just out of the corner of his now clearing vision he saw the giant and bestial Selia lunging at the stray who had been unlucky enough to be in this village. "Now now, Selia. Don't eat the thing. Humans are food, not dogs." Even if she could understand him or not, she'd probably note the sarcastic and smart ass tone in his voice. Shut your damn mouth, Matias. That's what helped ya get the wound that shows your intestines.

[blitzkreig]

Selia had the pitiful thing by the throat, one massive paw clenches about its tender windpipe, robbing it of all air and vital life. It squirmed as she clenched tighter, claws seemed to dig mercilessly into its neck. It made no noise, just kind of wriggled and kicked, then went limp with a very dull crunch as every bone in its neck was broken. Breathing heavy, she let the thing slide from her grip, watching as it crumpled into a formless, unmoving heap on the ground. Amber eyes blazed, and her narrow chest heaved slightly. Paw outstretched, raised on her hind legs she turned, haunched and looked at Matias in the opening of the alley. Her lips curled momentarily, wrinkling her pretty wolfen muzzle.

But this expression of hate fell away and her face became blank. Selia hunched forward so she was on all four limbs now, and sauntered towards the boy, forgetting all about her kill, perhaps half understanding what he was saying. Why was this human following her around? Talking to her? Wait, he wasn't human. Selia sniffed tentatively at the air. He was like her wasn't he? Curious now she stepped, paw after paw, hardly noticing the new blood on her limb, covering Matias's. When she reached Matias she gave a slight whimper. There was slight recognition, and some trust.

She smelt the wound, examined it with her amber orbs, and something in her gut clenched sickeningly. A staunch understanding came to the lycan. She reached with her muzzle and sniffed the torn flesh with the delicacy of a mother wolf cleaning her young. A long coral tongue lapped out and she licked about the edges, tasting the blood, but not craving it. A whimper escaped her muzzle. She knew him from somewhere. Her mind spun. Selia rose up on her hind legs, standing now just taller then Matias. She looked down at him with that slight understanding. He was not on the menu....A packmate, a fellow wolf. A club-like paw reached out and touched him on the shoulder as if to say. 'I recognize you now...do not fear me.' No words escaped her muzzle though.

A human coming down the road saw the two and stopped. He dropped the basket filled with skinned chicken he was holding and ran screaming from the place. Selia just watched him go.

[demin]

Matias chuckled as Selia finished the poor beast off, that was the food chain for you. It was actually quite entertaining to see the dog squirming in its death throes, how sadistic and evil of him. When that sickening dull crunch was heard Matias winced, Ooo, he's gonna be hurtin' in the morning....wait...that's gonna be me. Looking back down to the giant gap in his side he shook his head and sighed, as if he were bored. "Still gonna take a few days for this thing to heal up." When Selia turned to look at him, he closed his eyes, looked down at the ground, and shook his head out of annoyance. Just kill me if you're gonna, stop playin' around with your food. That was kind of hypocritical of him, he liked to play with his prey sometimes as well.

He was somewhat surprised when she had walked over to him as if she were merely curious, once again her moods seemed to be changing 1000 times a minute. Matias tore his gaze from the ground, affixed it on Selia, and let his lips form a weak smile. "Told ya you'd get a hold of yourself after awhile." Even though she had given him the giant laceration on his side he still liked hanging around with her. It wasn't her fault that he had to make her lose control so she could turn. Sometimes you had to give something to help someone, and apparently in this case he had to give a huge chunk of his flesh.

When she took interest in the wound he wanted to back away, he still didn't want her to fret over him, even if she wanted to help. Despite this, he stood his ground and let her observe the wound, but winced as she ran her tongue over it. At first it sent a shooting pain through his body. It was kind of primitive to nurse a wound this way, but it was probably instinct to both of them since they were both part animal. Matias didn't look up at her when she rose to her full height, he didn't need to look at her since he knew what her paw on his shoulder meant. To him it meant that she'd gained at least a little more control, hopefully there wouldn't be anymore attacks.....on him anyways, and that's all he really cared about at the moment.

The human's scream made him turn around and see the frightened man turn and run. "What? You never seen a werewolf and a kid with his intestines hangin' out?!"

[blitzkreig]

Solemn amber orbs followed the human darting away. Nostrils caught the enticing scent of his sweatm his fear permeating from his paniced body. Matias said words that she only half understood, and she was suddenly compelled to laugh. But instead of laughter a churring growl came, and it felt very natural. How odd. She followed back to looking down at the boy. He had hardly flinched when she tried to sate his wound in the primitive manner that she had known, passed down through the blood-memories of her ancestors, even if her ancestors were self-hating fakes, abominations to their own lupine race. Selia grunted and turned her nose back to the basket which had fallen and spilled only some of its contents.

Intrigued she haunched back down on all fours, and with a somewhat pompous gate she sauntered over to the basket. Its smell was something to behold, the fresh scent of death flowing deep into her nostrils as they flared and she leaned to examine the basket's contents more closely. Selia shifted through the dead chicken carcasses with her muzzle. Ears perking she grasped the ratty whicker thing delicatly in her teeth, and with a dead chicken draped casually over its edge, she toted the prize proudly back into the ally.

Plucking one of the skinned fowls up in her daggered mouth she looked up at Matias with curious eyes now. He was not going to be her meal, he was her packmate. Nudging the rest of the basket towards the boy, the lycan settled down with her scant meal, quite blissful as she draped it over one large forelimb and picked at it. Her hunger was not so strong, her lust for blood no longer deep and demented. A natural curiousity seemed to come over her though. All the while she ate those deep, amber eyes simply stared up at the handsome young specimen, wondering what made him tick. Tail flopped restlessly behind her, beating at the dirt. And in the back of the allyway the dog still lay dead. The street outside was completely silent.

[demin]

Matias would have given chase to the fleeing human if it wasn't for two things: If that wound in his side didn't make every step an excruciating one, and if there wasn't a still somewhat feral werewolf girl just feet away from him. Since both of these things currently existed all he could do was watch the man run and probably warn some others of his pathetic race, oh well, wasn't a problem yet. "The idiot might be a problem later. Let's just hope you don't kill 'im, I wanna do that." He said these words as if none of today's events even happened, his life was much to weird and crazy for getting hurt get to him. Slowly he lowered to sit against the wall, even then the wound still sent a stinging pain through his body. It was going to take more than just a few days to heal this thing up.

Once he had sat and the pain had sub-sided he watched with a smirk as Selia proudly claimed the already dead poultry. "Don't act like you've accomplished anythin' yet. You havn't killed a human yet." Good thing she actually had some rational thought back, hopefully she'd be able to tell that he was once again being a smart ass. Even if she knew he was messing around or not, he didn't really care, his attention was put back on the healing, though still severe wound on his side. "Remind me not ta piss you off again, will ya?" Thank the gods I'm not human anymore, I'd be in that girl's stomach if I was.

Matias didn't touch the chicken that Selia had offered him. His blood lust was beginning to rise and simple poultry wasn't going to sate it, that fleeing human on the other hand might hold him over for awhile. However, now that he was too weak to really do anything except walk, breath, and talk, he couldn't transform and hunt down some prey. This is gonna drive me nuts. One brow cocked as his eyes spotted Selia's just staring at him, curiosity would get her in trouble one of these days. "And just what're you lookin' at?"

[blitzkreig]

Selia snorted, and buried her nose into the still-warm meat, almost taking no heed at all to Matias's smart-assyness. She had begun to regain some knowledge of the world, like the fact that Matias was being sarcastic with her. Something like a smirk shot across her muzzle, but as quickly as it was there, it was gone. She pulled another chicken towards her then looked up as he shot those hasty and teasing words at her. Becoming tired of her current meal she rose a little and slunk over to where the boy was sitting. Coming up beside him she clunked down, looking intently at him, as if he had some great suggestion to make. The word human, and feed, they were familiar, and Selia pieced them together.

Bottle-brush tail thumped lazily on the ground and she gave his wound another little nudge, nothing to harm him. It was simple curiousity. Then it made its impact. She had been the one whom had done this to him. A strange feeling that mimicked guilt pressed at her chest and she gave a whimper, lowered her ears and looked up at him like a beaten dog. Selia knew the boy most likely spit in contempt at this shameful act of submission, but she did it anyways, an instinct and a whim. So she had finally been able to change, but now the weight of fatigue was pressing on her.

It had been her first and thus she was now worn out. After such a spurt of energy anyone would be worn out. Even a lycan. Comfortable with her newly established packmate she lay her massive head down on his lap. Looked up at him for a little longer, then those amber eyes became heavy and leaden and her eyelids drooped. The pretty black and gold lycan's dark bottem lip poked out as it pouting, and she yawned. A paralell set of massve fangs flashed briefly then she settled and finally grew still.

There was no shame in this, as her mind had told her. It was normal for wolves of the same pack to sleep in close quarters with one another, especially during the cold of night. Smacking wolven lips, Selia drifted off, and as she did so, the energy it had taken to change wore off. She started altering back before his very eyes. But that same look of calm was on her face. Eventually, wolfen bones molded to a more human shape, and the lush black-gold fur that had covered her body fell away. Her jaw shrunk, and her tail disappeared. Ears and claws became normal once more, fangs turning to blunt human things. The alteration back to human was clearly much less painful then the first transformation she had underwent earlier. This was obvious as she hardly stirred. The only thing was...she had forgotten her clothes a few allys over.

[demin]

Matias let a laugh pass his throat when he saw that smirk pass her muzzle. "You don't act like a smart ass, that's my job." It was a relief that Selia was regaining her own mind, it meant she'd stop acting like an animal sooner or later. Out of almost complete boredom he picked up one of the dead chickens out of the basket and began to toss it in the air and catch it by the neck, which made a few cracks every now and then as its neck was broken and shattered even more. He actually had some degree of fun doing this, and just kept on doing so until the female of the werewolf duo sat next to him. "Oi, I nearly forgot our kind live in groups. Looks like I'm not gettin' rid of ya any time soon."

He let a sigh pass his lips as she once again took interest in the wound, it was getting quite annoying. "Could ya stop with that, it'll be fine." I have the feelin' she won't stop even when she turns back. When that whimper reached his ears he sighed again, sure submission and dominance was a trait of wolves, but werewolves had more to go off of than simple animal instinct. They had the ability of thought and free will....well...most werewolves did, Matias didn't have much seeing as how he was a slave. Hopefully this girl will be a little less weak when she realizes what happened today. I hate bein' around weaklings.

His attention was focused on an approaching noise of shouting humans and fast foot steps as his companion rested her head on his lap and fell asleep. "Shit, just what I need. A group of pissed of humans and a sleepin' lycan girl." Just as Selia was transforming back into her human form that's when Matias realized just how much trouble he was in. How was he going to explain to a group of most likely armed humans as to why there was a naked girl sitting next to him and why he had a what should be mortal wound that no human could survive.

Just as the humans rounded the corner into the alley way, Matias slowly rose to his feet, letting Selia's head just thump onto the ground. These humans look pissed, and some of them were armed. Thank the gods that none of them were silver. The human that had previously seen the two werewolves a few minutes ago stepped forward, he looked only a year or two older than Matias was, 17 or 18 at the most.

"Just what the hell are you doin', lycan. Why is there a naked girl laying down in that alley?"

Matias just laughed and let his arms hang, uncovering the gash on his side. "I don't think I owe you any kind of explanation, human. Now just get the hell outta here before things get ugly."

[blitzkreig]

The moment Selia's head hit the ground she instantly awoke. It was with a start, looking up and around with a dazed expression on her face. One that said, 'What the hell? Where am I? How did I get here?' It was as though she had been pounded drunk, for she could remember things only in choppy patches. The pain, then falling to the ground, blood on her hand. Looking down she saw the remnants of said blood and shuddered. A chill went over her body and she stared down at herself in dreaded disbelief. Selia was completely naked. One hand went and covered her breast, while the other snaked lower, cupping to cover her tender secret area. Wide eyes looked up at Matias.

He was facing a group of people, thank the gods. These people looked angry though, and Selia didnt like it. Turning the girl picked up the scant piece of cloth that had covered over the top of the poultry basket and wrapped it about herself the best she could. Standing up on shakey legs, she listened to what the people had to say. My they didnt look to pleased. What had happened here? Why had she woken up naked in an ally, with Matias the betrayer standing over her and a mob of angry townsters. A young man addressed Matias, and suddenly the girl was feeling quite deffensive. Had she changed? Had she finally broken past the barriers of her own fear and self-loathing and become the beast within?

Gritting her teeth, her limbs weak and rubbery she stood and positioned herself beside the boy whom she had some kind of unspoken and instinctual trust towards.
"I suggest you do as he says. You wouldnt like me when I'm angry...I'm big and green and mean."
Her mouth curled into a cruel smile. Oh god she changed her style so quickly. She was goading the humans, and probably not the best time to be talking like this. Her smile flashed into a fanged grin, the faded to normality once more. A threat, a warning of just what she was capable of. Eyes sought the small entrance left by the gathered humans, then flickered back to them.

This was not good. She was exhausted, naked, and her memory hazy at best, and Matias was injured. A sick feeling came to her stomache when she realized she had done that, but she said nothing, just stared gamely ahead. She was still getting used to the controls of her new body, changing parts at whim. Her nails made a slightly pianful transistion to claws. A naked girl and a boy with his intestines hanging out. What a pair.

[demin]

"Tell us what the hell you're doin' here or we'll kill both of you!" Matias felt like laughing until his sides split open....well...the one that wasn't already split. "The words '[grrr] you' come to mind. Now get outta my way or you'll end up in my stomach." His hands clenched and unclenched throughout the encounter, he was just itching for a fight despite his injury. They were just humans, simple enough to take down, even if they were ganging up on him. The whole time he felt an inhuman gaze upon him, Selia had awoken. Dammit, this just keeps gettin' better and better. Now I have to protect her too. This had been a hard day. And to think, all of this had started simply because he was woke up by dogs.

The 'leader' of the humans took a few more VERY bold steps towards the male of the werewolf duo, sword drawn and ready to cleave and cut through flesh and bone. His arm raised the sword into the air and brought it down in a silver blur. It made a thump as it hit something, but that something wasn't made from flesh and bone. The piece of steel completely missed its target, though it wasn't because of lousy aim, its target had darted out of its path and ended up behind the now in trouble swordsman. "Ya missed me, idiot." Those words being hissed into the human boy's ears were the last he'd ever hear again. The blood drained from his face and his eyes widened in horrific surprise as black claws closed around his neck. One sickening moment later the boy was a crumpled lifeless form on the ground as his blood spurted and drained from his neck, half of which was in the werewolf's hand.

The rest of the humans were momentarily stunned as they saw the evil fanged smile appear on Matias's face. What they should have been afraid of was the lycan's golden eyes steadily shifting to a bright glowing red. This wasn't going to end well....for the humans anyway.
"Wanna join in on the fun, Sel? Plenty of humans to go around."

Without even waiting for an answer he lunged into the crowd of doomed humans. Screams of pain and agony were soon heard and followed by the sound of blood splattering onto the ground. This was one way to sate a blood lust, one of the best ways Matias could ever hope for.