Post by Jerome on Oct 6, 2012 8:22:41 GMT -5
Jerome glowered darkly as he watched Strike with a waiting eye. Oriana hadn’t taken the lesson from the warning swipe only a few moments earlier. She moved towards the former alpha, her mind set in stone, fully intending to jab him with her tranqs. Jerome hated it. Something she was attempting to do up close could be accomplished just as easily with a rifle at a nice safe distance. This was idiotic. Her emotions had blinded her but to even believe to this extent would be the end of her.
Trying to persuade her from her course would do nothing so the beta stayed closed. He stood ready, matching each of her steps with his own. Any shifty movement by Strike and his sister would be gone behind him. Jerome uneasily clenched his fists and immediately released it, preparing. He hoped the small dart she carried would be enough to down the Kragarian, but there was no telling. It would either work or just throw him into another fit of feral rage.
The dark wolf couldn’t see any of his former leader in the beast in front of him. With every passing second it only became more clear that all he was staring at was the wild. What had Strike gone through over the past ten years? Questions started to surface as Oriana finally pulled dangerously close. Jerome waited, but only briefly.
Strike’s hand raised into the air.
Instantly the beta moved with the sounds of shifting entering his ears. A strong arm went over Oriana’s chest and snarling he whipped her backwards, away from danger.
Claws raked through Jerome’s back, slicing fabric and flesh all the same. The beta roared out his agony and twisted away from the assaulting hand, causing his blood to splatter on the ground. It hurt, it hurt like a bitch but his anger had flared. The pain gave way to the anger that had become a part of him through life. Jerome knelt on the ground before the change suddenly took over. The beta ripped from his clothes as his black pelt formed over his body and his hybrid shape took form. He stood up to his full height with his wound already healing.
His change hadn’t gone unnoticed. The other wolves around built up growls, ready to jump into the mix. Jerome was having none of it. Jaws snapping open he roared at them, keeping them away before he suddenly launched himself forward. If they could just restrain Strike enough, maybe this could end without anyone else getting hurt.
Trying to persuade her from her course would do nothing so the beta stayed closed. He stood ready, matching each of her steps with his own. Any shifty movement by Strike and his sister would be gone behind him. Jerome uneasily clenched his fists and immediately released it, preparing. He hoped the small dart she carried would be enough to down the Kragarian, but there was no telling. It would either work or just throw him into another fit of feral rage.
The dark wolf couldn’t see any of his former leader in the beast in front of him. With every passing second it only became more clear that all he was staring at was the wild. What had Strike gone through over the past ten years? Questions started to surface as Oriana finally pulled dangerously close. Jerome waited, but only briefly.
Strike’s hand raised into the air.
Instantly the beta moved with the sounds of shifting entering his ears. A strong arm went over Oriana’s chest and snarling he whipped her backwards, away from danger.
Claws raked through Jerome’s back, slicing fabric and flesh all the same. The beta roared out his agony and twisted away from the assaulting hand, causing his blood to splatter on the ground. It hurt, it hurt like a bitch but his anger had flared. The pain gave way to the anger that had become a part of him through life. Jerome knelt on the ground before the change suddenly took over. The beta ripped from his clothes as his black pelt formed over his body and his hybrid shape took form. He stood up to his full height with his wound already healing.
His change hadn’t gone unnoticed. The other wolves around built up growls, ready to jump into the mix. Jerome was having none of it. Jaws snapping open he roared at them, keeping them away before he suddenly launched himself forward. If they could just restrain Strike enough, maybe this could end without anyone else getting hurt.