Wolf On The Winds

[blitzkreig]

At the sudden movement, she became slightly startled. Her fangs clicked and carefully, Selia jumped back and up onto a large trashbin. She was cautious to keep the scant scrap of cloth she had strung over her private spots in a near-vain attempt to cover her nakeness. Normally she would have died of embarasment, just shrunk into her own box of self pity, but there was no time for that. She opened her fingers and flashed her claws, getting used to working different parts of her body to use her wolfen side to its full potential and helpfulness. Matias rushed forward, his eyes hazed and bloody and Selia watched in morbid wonder as he tore through the stupid humans like a horrid whirlwind. And Selia was starstruck. The muscles bulging in his arms and legs, the insanity. What was this that had come over her. She was oggling the boy. [grrr]ing hot.

It was obvious that Matias was in his element, one of fear and hate and lust for the flow of blood. As much as it scared her, she could not tear her eyes away from the bloody scene unfolding before her. A small whimper escaped her, but she caught something out of the corner of her eye. One of the townsters had decided to take an advance towards her. He was a big brutish fellow, with hairy, meaty arms and a cudgel clasped in one ham of a hand. Dirty yellow teeth bared, he swung his blunt instrument at her, laughing. Selia jumped up, surprised even at her own balance as she steadied atop the trashcan.

She bounced over the swinging weapon while her right leg came up, cracking the man right under his unshaven chin. The fellow went down like a tree, and out like a light. Selia just looked at her own body practicaly in the buff and whistled. Her extraordinary hearing caught something she did not like and she turned to see Matias atop of a villager, tearing out his throat with his bare hands, claws flashing with crimson wrath. He was seemingly oblivious. All he knew then was kill, and he did not see the looming threat. A young man came running, and spinning a long sword over his head. The metal cleaving air made a whooshing whistle.

Even with her unnatural abilitues, Selia knew that she would not make it to him in time. Kicking aside the fallen man nursing his broken jaw and sobbing in pain she tried to reach him with her voice. Pray to god he hears you.
"Matias! Behind you! [grrr]ing behind you!"
While doing this she punched her claws heedlessly into another assailant's forehead. There was no regard left in her eyes, just that detirmination. She would feel this later though, she knew that for a fact. Nightmares would haunt her forever of the young man falling, blood and gore gushing from the gaping hole in his brow. The eyes asked 'Why?' and she merely watched him slip down and die.

[demin]

The screams of horror and agony began to dwindle as the humans began to fall like flies, blood, gore, and bodies covered the ground, dyeing it a deep crimson. Matias continued to wildly swing his claws as they pierced the flesh and sinew, blood continued to spurt and pour out of their owner's bodies, showering onto the ground, and Matias. All he could see, all he could hear, was his target's fear of death and screams of pain. His fangs managed to find the throat of yet another young human, though older than Matias was. The life-blood that flowed into the lycan's mouth was the point where his blood lust was beginning to be sated, he would need to either have more blood and flesh, or be dragged away, which would probably end badly for the person doing the dragging. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

Selia's warning went unnoticed as he was still latched onto the human's neck, which was seemingly pouring blood out by the gallon. The sword came down with a dull thump as it implanted deep into his shoulder. With another swing of his claws the man that Matias had been feasting on was killed as half of his face was detached from the bone. At first the human who had successfully cleaved the lycan's back thought that he had killed him when the feral being didn't move for a few minutes. He couldn't have been more wrong. A savage and wolfish growl emanated from Matias's throat and he slowly and painfully rose to his feet. The scared stiff human let go of the sword, still stuck in the werewolf's shoulder. One clawed hand circled around his back and grabbed the blade's handle, pulling it out which caused even more blood to ooze out of his shoulder and drip down his armor. Matias quickly turned to face the human and plunged the sword deep into his heart. Needless to say the boy fell in a crumpled form and let out one last breath as the life left his body.

[blitzkreig]

The last few men had begun to flee, seeing their fallen comrads lying dead or dying there. Stony-faced, Selia turned to watch the blade cleave into Matias's back, and her heart gave a tremendous jolt. SOmething made her knees go weak and become jelly. She grasped the wall beside her momentarily, only to start holding her breath in awe once more as the boy twsited about like a savage dog and tore the blade from his back, using it against its previous owner. His eyes were red, the eyes of a mad-beast. It was as if Matias was a wolf consumed by the Rage, a terrible bloodlust. Selia simply stared at the blood mingling on the ground. She looked to Matias who looked as though he were about to give chase after the hastily retreating would-be attackers.

With a snarl, the girl through her half-nude bodice before Matias. Brown eyes glowed amber with indomitable and unquenchable anger. Fingers crackled as she dug her own claws into her palms and stared defiance at him, uttering only one word.
"Enough."
He had won, the others had retreated, most likely to gather an army of some sort. Selia's lips curled back. She was the Omega challenging the Alpha. Hopefully it would be enough to knock him to his senses. In a demanding tone she continued, not suggesting, not implying, but telling him what he was gonna do.

"We're gonna get up and leave here, Matias. I'm going to get my clothes and daggers and we're going to leave this village before a mob with fire and pitchforks arrive. You're dying on the spot so time is vital. Pick it up!"
She spat these last three words and let her spine arch in dominance.

She realized, there was free will there for her to grasp hold of. Instinct did not rule everything. The girl was worried that the humans would return soon. Matias didnt have very much time, but he had plenty of stubborn, and plenty of fight left in his to spare. She had to get him somewhere safe, and help him nurse those stubborn wounds. It was the least she could do to repay him. And if Selia knew anything about anything, then it was about healing. Her own body was still aching from the transformation, jaws on fire from the pain of forcing out fangs through tender pink gums. If she had to she would try to change again, but that would take a little more time and handling. But she would will it as much as possible. Funny how such ideas dont seem as scary when faced with a real danger.

A cold sweat prickled down her slightly dirty and bare back. In truth, she was quit the sight to see. Before her form had been mainly hidden by her attire, but now one could see every sensual curve and sway. Selia was actually quite beautiful, even if she did not see it quite that way. In her eyes she saw ugly. Nothing to think about right then.
'Get up Matias...Get up, or am I going have to kick it all the way out of here just to save it.....I really wanna save it, its a pretty nice ass.'
Inwardly she smirked.

[demin]

Once he was convinced that the swordsman was dead, being impaled on his own blade, he went back to feasting on the man who's face he clawed off. At the moment Matias seemed like nothing more than a starved beast, covered in blood that mostly wasn't his, hunched over a dead body, and ripping the flesh from bone. This would have continued if the sound of what was left of the mob screaming and yelling in fear hadn't reached his ears. At first he ignored them as he was enjoying the remains of the man he had been feeding on before his back was cleaved. One thing was for sure, this guy wasn't going back home to his family ever again, he didn't even have a face anymore.....or a heart beat. Unlike Selia, Matias wasn't going to let any of these killing bother him, humans deserved this kind of fate.

Just as Matias was about to get to his feet and give chase after the rest of the mob Selia's voice reached his ears. His head slowly moved so his unnerving gaze was affixed on Selia, he wasn't exactly the kind of person that liked to be interrupted during a meal, and even if Selia was a pack mate, she would find that out the hard way.
"Mind your own damn business!"
It didn't matter if the fight was won, it wasn't about the pride in winning or overcoming his opponent. It was savage blood lust, pride had nothing to do with hunger. He would hunt down every last human that dared to show themselves to him if that's what it took to sate his blood lust. To make things worse, Selia had the guts to challenge him. He may not have been driven purely on instinct, but it was still a factor in his life.
"You don't tell me what ta do. I'm gonna keep killin' these things until I die if I have to!"
He was yelling now, rage, malice, hate, and blind anger filled his words. Sarcastic, smart-ass Matias was long gone at the moment. Now he was rage incarnate, his own distinctive Code of Honor meant nothing anymore. He would kill anyone who even so much as touched him, be it friend or foe.

Selia hadn't seen what he had done in his past. This slaughter was next to nothing compared to the atrocities that had happened in his past. Killing men was one thing, but women, children, and even family was something on a completely different level. Selia would die if she wasn't careful, and considering that Matias's rage was building and building inside of him without any way to get rid of it, his own change would soon be upon him. He knew his other form much better than Selia knew hers, if the two lycans were to fight, which seemed an inevitability at this point, Matias definitely had the advantage.

[blitzkreig]

"This is my [grrr]ing business!"
she snarled, the anger filtering back into her alongside the detirmination. She tightened the cloth around her and clenched her fist so hard the claws had started to make her palms bleed. She took no heed though, and her teeth grated together painfully. She could feel the grating ache in her jaw. Her body wanted to change again, and she denied it that right. She did not want to change in anger again, this seemed quite impossible though. She stepped forward, seeing the danger in those unnerving eyes and slightly faltered. He would kill her if he had to. She knew this. It was quite disquieting to her.

Selia would not show her fear. An idea came to mind and she stepped forward once more. Selia haunched herself over, not really caring anymore of her revealing self. The cloth fell forward and things seemed to come a little more naturally and less painful this time. The girl gave a snarl and her jaw popped forwards and the fur started to gorw thick on every inch of her body. Bones twisted and melted and soon she became the wolf again. The she-lycan rose up on a set of powerful hind legs and roared in Matias's face. Bloody spittle sprayed from gaping jaws, and the fur all down her spine stood on end.

Selia was an impressive werewolf to say the least, sleek and powerful, with muscles packed tight into her femanine bodice. Her eyes burned a hateful yellow and she swiped a paw deffiantly at Matias. Get him angry, her mind told her, get him pissed and he will follow. He may want to kill you, but he will follow. Away from this village, and that is good. She stumbled forwards a little, unused to her wolfen self. These muscles were foreign, and it was much different from her anger-transformation. It had been fluid and natural then, as though she had not been in control. And now she sat behind the wheel. Riding a bike for the first time. Regaining her ground she launched her neck forward and snapped her jaws at him. Come on, you stubborn jackass.

The lycan squared off with the enraged boy, qwelling the fear in her. She would take a few blows if she had to, but getting the wounded lycan out of here was her first priority. The clarity of her change was quite astounding to her, how things differed from in her human form. Sight was so much better now, and Matias's wounds were more deffined, the blood pouring from them seeming much brighter and glimmering like liquid ruby. So she waited for the change. Apprehensive. You're gonna die.

[demin]

"STAY OUT OF THIS!"
He was already at the limits of his almost non-existent patience, if this girl continued to be so brave she would end up in a pool of her own blood and gasping for her last breathe. His fists once again clenched and unclenched over and over again, giving himself bleeding sores that got deeper and deeper each time his hands closed. The feral boy wasn't aware just how much blood he was losing, every drop counted now and he was losing an immense amount, even for a werewolf. His body just didn't know which was more important, sating blood lust or getting the hell out of there to heal his wounds.

A savage snarl escaped his throat when the girl managed to summon enough bravery to step forward, but it didn't sound like it came from the throat of a human, even a werewolf in his human form shouldn't be able to growl like that. The lycan's body had already begun to change, though it wasn't noticeable. His body was releasing more and more adrenaline by the second, giving him the strength and energy to be able to turn into his true form. That damned girl was going to realize just how much trouble she'd gotten herself into, and that defiant roar that crawled out of her throat was the last damn straw.

Without even flinching his face made a sickening crack as it lengthened and became a muzzle. Already razor sharp fangs became larger and even deadlier as they enlarged to compensate their owner's transforming body. Muscles bulged and attached themselves to new, more lupine bones. Thick black fur sprouted on every inch of his body, and by the time the transformation was complete he towered over the now much smaller Selia. His now massive form hunched onto all fours and he returned the bestial roar that Selia had dared to let pass her muzzle. The many holes in his armor made it almost useless, and since leather wasn't exactly the most stretchable thing on earth its wearer's new bodice made it completely rip on one side, which made the lycan even angrier. One clawed hand ripped the piece of useless armor to shreds as he threw it to the ground.

With one last enraged roar he lunged towards the idiot girl, mouth agape, fangs dripping saliva, and clawed hands outstretched as they seeked flesh to sink into. He may not have been as sleek and agile as Selia, but he was still fast enough to keep up with her and he had the brute force to make up for the speed and agility that he didn't possess.

[blitzkreig]

Selia watched with feral eyes as Matias became the crazed beast he had so boasted about before. [grrr]ing his code of honor strait to hell, he became a nightmare wolfen. Matias was sleek and black, but still even in his lupine state, she could see the blood-soaked wounds ravaging his muscular body. He was vastly larger then she, and dripping huge amounts of life's precious liquid, but Selia tried to not let that deter her. Her jaws snapped open and closed as she make snarling barks, goading him. A taloned paw whistled towards her and she braced her new muscle-system, praying to god they worked in her favour. Bodice crunched down, and then like a loaded spring she sprang forward and up slightly.

There was horrendous pain as Matias's iron claws sunk deep in her back, tearing her muscle open. But she had a human trick up her sleeve, and she assumed it would work with a fair amount of accuracy upon a werewolf. All the power she had accumulated in her bunched leg-muscle spread up through the single, blunt movement. Her shoulder's haunched and thus connected first as she drove all the weight and power she could muster into the black wolf's muscular abs. Spittle spattered from the sides of her jaws, and she hoped to anything that this would work.

Off in the distance she could sense the humans, wary but watching as two creatures of the same kind dueled in a dance of blood and redemption. Selia really wished it had not come to this. She always messed things up. Those who she messed ended up screwing her over or getting screwed over by her, it was not a very pretty picture. As Selia pressed into his stomach, hoping to wind him or knock his considerably larger bulk over, claws scrabbled at his belly-fur for some kind of purchace. The whole aim here was to get him off of her and, get away, and ultimately cause the least amount of harm to him possible.

It was only then that she noticed the blood from his side wound. It had opened further, ripped and torn brutally as effects of his transformation and his stressful movements. The pressure on his belly, and the extra adrenaline in his body was causing him to lose blood at an astonishing rate. Selia was surprised he could even move at this point. Rage could do wonders. couldn't it? The blood seeped over her bowed head as it pressed deep into his stomach. Hopefully the impact had had some sort of effect. All the while their screams, snarls, howls, and roars of anger echoed through the entire village. Somewhere a woman was huddled under a table with her children, covering the smallest one's ears from the noises of stupid violence emanating from outside.

It was a clash of giants. Something to behold. Selia roared in fury and pain as those steely claws broke through flesh and muscle, just missing her vital spine. Blood oozed in fine rivulets down her straining back from the raking puncture wounds.

[demin]

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His rage made him oblivious to the massive amounts of blood that was pouring from his beaten body, there was no way that he could go on much longer, even with his now increased stamina. His claws found the flesh that they craved to sink into, o he was going to feel like such an asshole later for hurting one of his own, but for now he was going to fight her tooth and claw until he couldn't move. Which would probably be soon from since every drop of blood that fell out of his body took energy and life along with it. If only he knew that Selia was trying to save him and the people in that town from dying, there was no way that this was going to end well, and it wouldn't end well for either of the two lupine beings.

Nostrils flared at the scent of new blood being spilled, Selia's blood. He would really hate himself after this, but for now he took a sadistic delight in her pain, no matter how small it was. He would have let a triumphant snarl escape his maw if it hadn't been for Selia forcing her shoulder into his stomach, and with his wound newly reopened it sent one of the most agonizing moments of pain through his body that he'd ever had the misfortune to feel. The blow to his stomach didn't only hurt like hell, for a few moments he had all of the breathe in his massive body knocked out of him.

With the wind knocked out of him and Selia successfully pushing him to the side he fell to the ground, landing on his belly. All he could do for a few long moments was sit there, gasping for breath, and losing more and more blood with the freshly torn open wound. He could feel the prying eyes of many humans as he lay there, helpless as he was. Above his own gasps for air he could hear whispering, the muttered words of the frightened and confused villagers. The cries of horrified children watching the little spectacle drove him mad, 'Mommy, make them stop.' 'Where's dad? 'Don't let the monsters get me!' Every word rang and echoed in his head, the pleas and cries of frightened children would just make things worse.

Minutes that seemed like hours passed before he regained his composure. The reopened wound was now intruding on his blood lust, the pain had come over his blood lust and was now a concern to him. Although his blood lust was still running strong. Muscled arms pushed up a body that felt like it was getting heavier and heavier by the minute, fatigue was beginning to set in, but it still had a ways to go before he wasn't able to move any longer. His legs shifted so his feral gaze was upon Selia. A savage snarl escaped his throat, and muzzle crinkled as it was pulled back to reveal deadly white fangs. With one last snap of his jaw he swung deadly claws, aimed at Selia's own maw. Even if she didn't retaliate to this attack, it would still harm Matias. The deep and still oozing cut on his shoulder was also bleeding heavily, plastering his fur down as it slowly trickled down his arm.

This fight was meaningless. A lycan lost to his own bestial instinct and his pack mate mutilating and cutting each other to no end. How and why this battle was started was now a mystery to him, but reason was something that he didn't need for a good fight, and Selia was providing just that.

[blitzkreig]

A huge swell of relief washed over her as she felt Matias give way and suddenly tumble to the side. Perfect, yes perfect. His talons had left her back cleaved with bloody, jagged furrows. The muscle in her back was lflayed bare for the world to see, and just then she began to notice the humans gathering. Relieved, Selia hunkered as Matias fell winded and confused. This was going according to her plan. Angrily she snapped at him, a series of gurgled barks eminating from deep in her chest, made to enrage the werewolf further. He would exhaust very soon and that was good, after all the adrenaline in him is used up, he would simply just drop.

Again his claws thwacked towards her. Selia had been focusing momentarily on an approaching human. She turned her muzzle to see him coming, backstepped, raising up slightly but did not avoid the blow completely. A shreiking pain tore across her face as sharp claws cut a path over her sensitive nose-tip. One of the claws bit againt the septum of her nostrils, the tiny barrier between the two nostril openings. Blood squirted like a triny fountain from this small wounds upon her nose. Selia reared back with a horrendous snapping of jaws, the blood running into her airways and clogging her nostrils.

A horrible sting filled the tender passageways as the blood invaded. It went into her throat and she tasted its iron tang. As it was her own, it was not pleasant at all. She skittered back, snarling savagly at the male. So he ahd hurt her, it was a small price to pay. She had to make sure he was safe, had to save these humans from the bloody wrath of a crazed lycanthrope. Swinging her paw at him once more she dodged to the side, ignoring the shrill pain sparking through her back, transmitting through her spine and travelling to every inch of her body. It wasnt the time to care.

The blood-coated, black and gold she-lycan skipped just out of reach and taunted. Selia quickle eyes the distance between her and the ally containing her clothing, then averted golden eyes to Matias once more, the picture of hell-bent fury. He was blocking her way. Heh, not for long. Yes Matias might have been powerful, but the girl was fast, and she knew it. Bending those long hind legs, Selia warmed them up, the thoughts running through her skull. Come on baby, dont quit on me now, I need these muscles, need these special parts of me. Accuracy, speed, agilty. Just dodge to the side and keep going, get the clothes and be off. He'll follow. He wants his revenge. GO!!!!

It all seemed to happen in an instant. Her body flowed in a tight spiral of muscle. The she-lycan came barelling towards Matias, a furry gold and black juggernaut. All the while snarls of ultimate savagry rippled from her narrow chest. At the last moment, the lycan's bodice twisted to the side, dodging beneath the assailant's flailing claws and seeking jaws. She cleared, just making it past as a talon almost grazed her tail. And now, just to get out. Heart pumped like a crazed drum, thudding an uneven tattoo in her throat. Stress wracked her, but she pushed it off. Selia rounded the corner to the other allyway and did not even look over her shoulder. Jaws scooped up her clothing and belt, graphing the other dagger sticking from the ground in on paw. She paused only momentarily to stick it back into its scabbard that was clenced in her jaws.

Then up up up the wall, she graphled easily up the side and just kept going. Her sleek body rushed from roof-top to roof-top, bounding with a eerily natural ease.Selia would not look back, for instinct told her he would be strait behind her...Just keep going.

[demin]

It was taking more and more effort to simply move, much less fight. His body was being denied vital oxygen as the liquid that delivered it through out his body was spilling onto the ground. Despite the feeling of his limbs feeling like lead and his vision beginning haze over and worsen he returned the threats that his counterpart was giving him with another angry and rabid snarl. All he could see was a giant black and golden blur, but like before, his nose and ears were still working properly. His ears caught the growl that she let loose after his claws met with the tip of her maw, some pain had been caused there. Good.

Fatigue began to take the place of rage, but Selia kept refueling that rage with each snarl, growl, and snap of the jaws that she allowed to happen. Even with this constant refueling of anger he wouldn't last long. With his fatigue and anger supplied energy it was a 'one step forward, two steps back' situation. Each spurt of energy only made his body's state deteriorate even more after it was used up and depleted. If he even made it out of this without ending up in some kind of coma, he'd still be out of commission for awhile. Even a werewolf's body had its limit, and Matias was well over that limit.

His mind may have been lost to primal fury, but it could still tell when someone was up to something. As Selia was preparing to go into a mad sprint for her belongings, he pushed his body up wards so he was standing on hind legs, but only to run into a sprint of his own, hunching back over on all fours as he gained speed. In an attempt to stop the much faster werewolf, he outstretched his injured arm and pushed off from the ground slightly. It was as if his arm were merely air, she zoomed right past it. In a bewildered state he forgot to catch himself as he hit the ground, his injured shoulder being the first to hit the ground. With an audible and rather disgusting crack, more blood spurted out of his cleaved shoulder and it felt as if his arm was severed from the rest of his body.

Without even missing a beat, he quickly scrambled back to his feet and gave chase to the agile female. Due to exhaustion and just not being able to see two feet in front of his face, he was nowhere near as graceful as Selia was in her movements. His movements seemed sloppy and seemed to be constantly off balance now. Every time he landed on another roof top it seemed as if he could collapse right there on the spot. His rage kept telling him to move one and keep chasing that impudent girl, but his body screamed out in agony as every muscle in his body burned and begged him to stop.

For now his rage had won over his body's need to rest, but it was struggling to further persuade his muscles to keep moving on.

[blitzkreig]

Speed was the reigning factor this day. Behind her she could hear his ragged breaths, the breaths of a dying beast and she fought away the pain of knowing that soon he could just drop, and be gone, and despite the fact that he had wounded her so horribly, she was scared to be alone again. Alone was not an option. It did not take long to get out of the village at the speed she was taking. Huge paws bet the ground and she made sure she slowed up a little now that they were off the rooftops. It was a strait away, out of the gvillage edge and into the spreading forest. Not much longer now. Body whizzed around trees, slipping through the narrow gaps. Pay no mind to his gasps for breath, just keep going, it is for the best. A prickly lump formed in her throat.

Finally, a large oak caught her eyes through the whipping haze of running so fast. It was huge, a forest giant, but slightly uprooted. Long ago some giant demon must have knocked it deftly to the side as it ambled through the forest. Maybe even a dragon or something of the sort. Selia veered towards it, breathing heavily now as her heart bet like a jackhammer at her ribcage. This was it, this was the final moment. Upon reaching the tree's prodding and poking roots, her entire bodice twisted around with savage speed. She was facing the oncoming Matias now.

There was no snarl on that maw though. And Selia just watched him come tearing at her. She was sitting back on her haunches, her eyes calm. Dried blood coated her nose, but the small wounds were already starting to heal. Yes, she would probably enjoy this body a lot, its metabolism was unbelievably fast. Even some of the pain in her flayed back was starting to seep away, the edge leaving slowly. Amber eyes were calm as Matias neared. He was so weak now, it was almost painful to see him torn and bloodied and angry. She would sit there and take the blows if she had to, he had to tire out soon, very soon. This was unnatural.

Holding her breath, Selia just waited, her ears back, eyes open and claws digging into the ground, gneading hunks of it beneath her. Tail swayed in agitation behind her. What would happen here? Just go to sleep Matias. Dont cause yourself anymore pain, just sleep. She would take it without a snarl on her muzzle.

[demin]

Breath continued to come out uneven and even somewhat painful, it was impossible to keep consciousness for much longer. Even if breathing became a stinging chore and simply moving became an entire chorus of pain and agony, he never stopped running like a mad man, just to feel flesh and sinew being cleaved and torn between tooth and claw. The old Matias began to shine through the hellish creature he had become, only vaguely aware of his condition and the wounds he'd inflicted on Selia. Pain and guilt was quelling the anger that had brought on the horrible transition of his mind, but that anger was the only thing that had kept him going after suffering from the damage his body had sustained. The minute the anger and rage disappeared so would all consciousness.

The large oak that had came into vision looked like one big blur, the roots and stems that had been jutting from the ground were virtually invisible to him. Unaware of the treacherous roots woven into the ground, he kept running towards his prey. Still about 40 or so feet away from where Selia had decided to make her stand, one massive hind paw had been obstructed by one of the tree's many smaller roots. Even though he was sprinting at a considerable slower speed than Selia had been, it was still fast enough to make him airborne for a few seconds, which seemed to pass in slow motion to him.

It was then that his mind once again became his own, but it was too little too late. The shock of another mind transition made his reaction to try and catch himself much too slow. Even after hitting the ground he continued to move forward, sliding on his stomach, much to his discontent as it caused even more pain. With each second he was gliding across the ground, the friction cause grass and dirt to shoot up behind him, making a rather big dust cloud rise into the air. The friction finally managed to stop the black mass of muscle and fur, only feet away from Selia now. His eyes were closed, hopefully just due to loss of consciousness. With the loss of adrenaline the wounds had stopped their flowing of blood and once again began to go through the healing process.

Breathing was now almost non-existent. In fact, it looked like he wasn't breathing at all. His lungs only had the energy to get what they needed and nothing more.

[blitzkreig]

Matias skidded to a final halt mere feet from the femme. Tired, amber eyes were wrought with final relief and she sighed, letting her shoulders sag in exhaustion. It was over now, and the enraged lycan had gone back to no-more strong then a human. In fact, Matias seemed to be changing back at a favered rate. Letting her own bodice shift back slowly, Selia stepped over to Matias.

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Time passed in what seemed like a blur, days becoming nights and becoming day once more in a sickening blurr. In the four days since the battle, Selia had healed quite nicely. The gouged on her back were now only slightly deep scratches, and bandaged over. Her septum had healed completely. Matias on the other hand worried her. In and out of a coma the boy slipped, twitching sometimes in his long dark sleep, speaking sometimes, but only gibberish. Once or twice Selia thought shehad seen him open his eyes, but false alarm, it was usually just a trick of the light of a setting sun. She had taken shelter under the uprooted tree, made it into a little sanctuary and dragged Matias in as well.

The inside of the cavern, the girl had made the place quite homely. She laid down blankets by the basket-load, some under Matias, some around, and some for her. And she had worked to the best of her ability to heal the lycan child. So far most of her effort had paid off. Matias seemed to sweat less, and his dreams seemed to become less violent. But the fact that he remained asleep for so long really worried the girl. A couple more days passed and her heart became sick. What if he never woke up? What if she was once again doomed to roam the world alone? Would she just have to leave his forever-sleeping body here to succumb to the cold and the weather?

On the sixth day, just as evening was coming around, and the full cycle of a week almost gone by. Selia cried a little. Mostly it was out of pity for herself. Wondering: why me? why me? Every so often her sad amber eyes would wander to him, laying there under his blankets wearing nothing but the pants that Selia had stolen for him, and a swath of bandages about his chest and arms and side. A couple stitches made their way over his neck and face. Nothing majot though. He was healing though, not bleeding anymore, so the wounds were finally starting to use that fantastic lycan metabolism to heal themselves.

Selia sat by the boy and stared at his wounds, then at a roughtly clenched hand. The one that was not bandaged. The girl swallowed. He had not eaten in six days. Please say he'd wake up soon. In her waiting, Selia had become slightly gaunt and tired looking, though she had managed to keep herself clean looking, as well as wash down Matias every odd day, lest he started to stink. Wordlessly, Selia reached a hand out and wrapped it around Matias's limp one. It was considerably smaller, and daintier, and that intrigued her. The girl tightened her grip on the hand as though she would never let go. Then pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arm about it and lay her head down on her knees. That hand still held his, as something comforting to her. Who knew that maybe it could be more eventually? The girl sighed again and the sun set.

[demin]

The fevered dreams that plagued his mind seemed familiar somehow, like what was going on in this dream had already happened before.

A slightly younger Matias backed up into a corner of an extravagant looking room, a man who looked to be in his mid thirties wearing a black trench coat and holding a silver sword, and five other boys standing a few feet behind the man who was advancing on the cornered Matias. The man halted in his advance and shot a look to the boys behind him and four of them passed the man and grabbed the struggling Matias by his limbs and dragged him closer to the sword carrying man.. The boys threw Matias to the ground, still holding his limbs so he was completely helpless and defenseless. The last part of that 'dream' that he could remember was a stinging pain in between in his eyes.

That dream was repeated over and over for the days he was in that long sleep. At first the actual Matias, the one who was bandaged up, thrashed about in his slumber. Almost half of the time he was muttering something unintelligible. As the days passed the nightmare repeated less and less and his thrashing about became non-existent. On the fifth day of his slumber he came in and out of conciseness many times, hearing someone rummage about wherever the heck he was, but his eyes never opened during these brief periods. Those noises that he heard was Selia taking care of the comatosed lycan, good thing he didn't wake up or he would throw a fit about being treated as such.

The nightmare repeated itself for the last time on the sixth day of sleep. Except the stinging pain was for some reason much more intense, so intense that it brought him out of the near week long period of being bed ridden. His eyes still did not open, but all conscious thought and senses had returned. His ears picked up the sound of a girl crying, but still his eyes didn't open and he didn't speak a word. Hell, he didn't even know it was Selia, he couldn't really remember anything from the past days. It was awhile before he noticed something gripping his hand. That simple feeling triggered something in his brain. The memories of the day he had met Selia came flooding back to him, one memory stood out from the rest. The time when he had helped her to her feet and she gripped his hand even after she was standing.

After this realization occurred in his brain, his hand tightened momentarily around hers and his lips curved into a smirk, but still his eyes did not open. "Just what're you cryin' about? I ain't dead yet, Sel."

((Ugh, horrible. Writer's block sucks x.x;;)

[blitzkreig]

The tears from her eyes had begun to wet her pant-knees, but she didnt care, snivelling and crying like the pathetic creature she was. Her hand was around Matias's but only for comfort. Then she felt the boy stir, and her heart gave a little hiccough of excitement. Nothing afterwards and disappointment crept in. She rested her forehead on her knees now, trying to stop the aftershock breathing from when after you cry real hard, the short gasps for air. Her eyes were red and poofy, her body now suddenly feeling heavy and emotionally exhausted. It felt as though there was a weight in her chest and it wa dragging her down, down, down.....Another stirring and Selia did not look up.

It was her mistake thought. A hand squeezed her own momentarily, and it was enough to set the hair on the back of her neck on end. Wide eyes looked up just in time to see the smirk and hear the words she had been waiting so desperately to hear in over six days. Despite the fact that these lyrics came out near sarcastic, a smart-ass tone to them, Selia did not care. They just said that the boy was alive, and that she was no longer alone here. Thank the gods, thank whatever is up there. You had him on your doorstep and you sent him back because he deserved another chance.

'Just what are you cryin about? I aint dead yet, Sel.'
Those words racked her with more emotion then she could ever imagine. No, his eyes were not open, but he was smirking at her. All at the same time she wanted to rip that smirk off his face for leaving her here like that....and kiss it, because he came back. Selia smiled a teary-eyed smile at the boy, rubbing her thumb over his fingers. She laughed and patted a hand lightly onto his chest, careful not to hurt him. The girl was so glad, so relieved. She almost wanted to jump up and scream and yell and shriek in happiness. The good that would do though. Yes, she had missed his smart-assiness. But she did not say anything. Not the time. Silly girl, dont get so involved with the boy, but she could not help herself.

Ashamed at her pathetic display, but still smiling Selia pulled her hand gently away from his own. Knowing that if she gripped it any longer he would probably be suspicious. Ask her to stop. Wonder just why she was acting so weird. Oh well, at least Matias was safe. At least that Selia was no longer alone, and that put her at ease, at peace. She would be able to sleep tonight, knowing that he was there, and alive. Selia would be safe. With a sigh, she lent back againt the wall of the under-tree cavern. Hand went up and whiped away the grimey tears on her face. She must have looked a right mess, her face red and poofy, still clearing her clogged nose and throat. Selia just managed a smile at him and teased back.

"Don't know what you're talking about. I wasnt crying...I was...leaking, I really have to get that looked at."
A cheesy joke. Oh well, it was a cheesy time. Selia felt suddenly stronger. Matias was back. Back and with a vengence.