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Old Wounds,New Heat w/Nitrozz

UnicornHorn

UnicornHorn

Mystical Artifact
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The Cosmos
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It is happening again.

There are these phantom feeling on her mark that is making her irritated, a bite mark from a werewolf on her right arm. A young woman is riding a horse through the woods along he path, carrying a bow and arrow as she is a hunter. Hunters are not a uncommon sight around these parts, remaining vigil as there are dangerous beasts that have been spotted near the local village and there is increased activity. She sighs as she is taking a slow stride, her violet eyes are eyeing the trees and beyond, using the light of the late afternoon as much as she can.

"Astrid!" A female voice calls from behind, another female hunter rode beside her. "Just gotten reports, the village have seen creatures moving west to the ruins, so our attention would be there when the moon appears." She said, as she is right by her side.

The woman, Astrid only gave a nod. The two hunters changed directions as soon as the sun slowly disappears to the horizon, and the phantoms are still acting up, what does this mean? This has never happened before, only acting up recently.
 
Amid the ruins of a long dead and forsaken culture, a pair of dark furred wolves circle one lone wolf of silver fur who growls out threateningly. It is a standoff. The silver furred wolf is stronger and faster than the other two but more importantly he's also more experienced than either of them, and they know it. Still, numbers can count for much in a fight. Whoever makes the first mistake is doomed to fall to tooth and claws. The silver wolf bulges and changes, the other two following his example. The three of them stand on their hind legs as their forelegs shift and twist into more human like arms ending in vicious claws that could rend a man straight through.

The air is charged with tension, waiting for something to snap.

It's the smell of approaching females however that changes the situation drastically, the two darker furred beasts turning to one another in silent agreement. They snap at the silver furred wolf before rushing off. There is better, easier prey to hunt this night.

The silver wolf is tempted to let them go, tempted to simply be on his way without a care beyond escaping a dangerous battle. But something tugs at him, some instinct tells him to follow. He feels something within him calling out to the forest tonight, a connection formed long ago that has him moving despite his better judgement.
 
"Keep your guard up, we might see beasts roaming in the woods if they haven't gone into hiding." The two huntresses wander the darkness, still mounted on their horses as they heard the howling of wolves. Now there is a good chance that they are prowling the area.

"There is a full moon, we have to get to the others quickly." Astrid clicks her tongue to make the horse go faster.
 
The howls only got closer and closer before out of the brush and trees pounced two werewolves, their claws gleaming just as brightly as their fangs in the pale moonlight. The pair rushed the huntresses with ill intent. They weren’t very smart or tactful, but they were coming in hard and fast at the women. They darted back and forth in serpentine movements to make hitting them harder to hit at first until the women were only a few feet, abandoning all restraint or caution. They took a few shots as they charged, eager to tackle the women.

A short distance away, a silver wolf watched the other werewolves attack what were obviously hunters in a stupid charge even this wild beast new could end in disaster. Still, he felt compelled to come. He found his eyes drawn towards one of the women specifically then, as if drawn to her, his eyes narrowing at the sight of her that had his skin coming alive in anticipation.
 
Astrid turns as she saw the sprinting wolves, an ambush, but she she stood ontop of her mount and jumps to avoid one of the wolves that tried to pounce her. She is an archer, and while in mid air, she shots one arrow at the foolish wolf. Landing on her feet, as she prepared for a fight, her weapon is magical in nature, so it will be enough. "Mila, stand your ground and face them together!" She said, the other huntress is just fine, but Astrid has more experience. She loathes werewolves, they make her skin crawl.

But, there is that feeling again. It is that familiar burn that made her turn her head. What does this mean?
 
The first werewolf had slammed into her horse, taking it down before it had charged and taken the arrow to its shoulder in a painful hit that had it falling closer to Mika then Astrid. It was tempted to take advantage of her distraction once it recovered. It noticed the Silver werewolf however and chose to charge after Mika instead to help his comrade while the silver werewolf kept Astrid’s attention. Poor Mila was now facing off against two werewolves instead of one. The silver werewolf in the meantime began to charge towards Astrid as instinct pulled its complete attention her way, instinct that drew them towards one another.

The Silver Werewolf for his part felt a need that he’d never felt before. For the first time in a long time the wild beast felt a clarity like no other that drew him towards this woman, drew him with such intensity and burning need. He could sense it, a connection between them. He didn’t know what it had meant and he could fully be bothered to look into it, not when the one who caked to him was so close and something in them was answering his calls.
 
Astrid was about to help, they are in the middle of the battle and their lives are on the line. However when she saw they silver wolf approaching her, she froze as there is this rage inside of her. "You..." SHe falters, but her anger made her focus on the silver wolf as she is ready to kill him. "YOU!" She recognize him, how could she not since this was the same one who bit her long ago. Her attention has completely shifted and shot arrows at the beast.
 
The Silver werewolf wasn't like the other two wolves however, dodging her hasty rage filled shots with contemptuous ease from years of being hunted by hunters experienced or no. He came closer and closer. The closer he got the more her mark pulsed at his presence, the more something within her stirred at his proximity to her. Yet, he came closer and closer to her. It was as if he could feel the same feeling and wanted to discover its meaning, or to take it to its natural conclusion. So closer he came, dodging one arrow after the other with quick hops.

He ignored as the other female, Mila, was attacked by the two werewolves with darker pelts and ignored how they were overwhelming her all too quickly. She and they were not important. This female before him however was, this female who his instincts called out to was far more important than the huntress and the challenging whelps. She who he could feel something stirring in.

So he reached out mentally to that stirring feeling, tried to stoke it... tried to provoke it... to see what would happen.
 
Astrid is still trying to kill this beast, and when this wolf is getting closer to her, she decides to pull out her knife and wanting to stab and twist the knife with her own hands. The problem is that her body is starting to become weak, and fell on her knees and dropped the knife. WHat is happening to her, why is that the world is suddenly spinning. It feels as if she is about to pass out, she doesn't have the strength to fight like something is wearing her down so she could be vulnerable.
 
The Silver wolf slowed his approach as he stared at her impassively, his gaze moving towards the other huntress who wasn't faring too well. The silver wolf knew the other huntress would either be killed or bred. There was no escape for her now if those other two wolves had their way, and a part of the Silver wolf bristled at the idea of them harming the other woman if only briefly. His inner beast and instincts cared little for the woman, or his own human protests. The inner beast, his instincts, only cared about the human female before him that had his attention so firmly ensorcelled. She was the only one he needed to focus on.

That was when he realized WHY she had his attention so, she was his thrall... of his bloodline now. It was an old memory, of pain and fear. Still it was enough to let him know why her blood called out to him so, why he needed to confront her even with two very prominent enemies nearby.
 
Astrid shivers as the beast approach her, but for some reason isn't attacking her. Why is it not attacking her? She is at its mercy, but it is just staring right at her. Wait, what is that sound? It sounds like grunting, and the realization hit her that she isn't alone. She tries to grab her knife, she has to defeat the two beasts before they kill both hunters. Werewolves are vicious creatures, but despite her weaken state right now, she is determined to kill the wolves before they would kill the two huntresses. "Kill..." Astrid grits her teeth, this spell she is in is making her about to collapse.
 
The silver wolf paid little attention to the grunting, knowing what the other wolves have decided to do with the other female. It's of little consequence in his own mind. He's too enraptured by the pull coming from the female before him, the pull that calls to him in the presence of one of his own that has yet to awaken fully. He narrows his eyes and his claws shoot forward. She can feel him snatch at her wrist then, stopping her hand from pulling the dagger up too high or becoming too much of a threat. With her securely held and unable to move from the effect he's having on her, he takes the chance to pull on that invisible spiritual string that connects them. The string that connects thrall with progenitor.

He howls deep and loud as pulls on that spiritual meta-physical string that binds on them, and a message... an order is shared between them. It's more of a feeling than any actual words that spears through Astrid's mind then. An order that pulses and hums, thrumming beneath her skin as her body receives the order loud and clear even if her mind cannot fully put it into words. If there were words to be had, they would be "Wake up little wolf..."
 
Astrid floated in darkness, for how long, she doesn't know. It is a strange sort of peace that calmed her, even though that the danger is right in front of her while she is knocked out cold. Thee is this pull, she can feel some kind of strange feeling as if it is coaxing her from sleep. Her eyes open again, now back to the waking world once again. What happened to her? What was she doing? What was that voice that called out for her to wake up? "...What happened?" She asked lowly, and her eyes turns a look at the silver wolf. "What have you done to me?"
 
"Tried... to... wake... your... wolf..." the Silver beast answers slowly, struggling to form the words with his muzzle and with the instincts pounding around in his skull. It's always so hard to focus on a full moon like this. He never bothers with talking or thinking normally on these nights, simply letting the wolf take over to hunt and prowl so long as humans weren't around to get hurt. Those nights he fought the inner wolf. Right now however that matters little as the connection between them just continues to grow stronger the longer he's in her presence, it's only a matter of time before her inner wolf awakens now. He's stoked the fires too much for it to stay dormant.

"Took you... away... from... others... will not.... give... you up..." he spoke on as best he could, trying to convey that he'd taken her away from the other wolves who had descended upon her partner. The poor girl would be a she-wolf before the night was over. It wasn't his concern however, she would keep the two enemy wolves busy and Silver would avoid a deadly fight. No one had to die this night.
"You... awaken... soooon..." he then let out with a deep growl, once more pulling on the meta-physical string between them. The wolf inside of him was eager to see its thrall.
 
"What? You beast!" She glower at the monster, baring her teeth as they resembles wolf canines. "What have you done? Your vile curse has contaminated my body, I shall kill you for this!" She reaches for her weapon, but she couldn't because the curse is holding her back. It is willing her not to harm the creature in front of her, even though she wants to. "Ugh...n-no..." What is making her nervous is this awaking, would she become a beast like him, and the order would kill her as well?
 
"You... just like... me..." the Silver beast continued with narrowed eyes as he stalked up to her. His hands moved up then to poke his claw at her forehead, tapping it a few times as if to accentuate his point before he flipped her hood back to reveal more of her face.
"Always like me..." he informed then.
"Just sleeping... deep... deep... down," he revealed with a tilt of his head while his claw dragged along her neck slowly towards her collarbone, stopping short for a moment.
"Waking... it up now..." he repeated with a nod.
"Wonder... what... you... will be..." he admitted with a tilt of his head, growling a bit and shaking his head as if fighting a thought. He took a step back and growled.
"Marked you... when young... like me... young... then... so wild... so out of... control... needed... other..." he muttered, fighting to speak each word as best he could as he took another step back. He growled out and howled.
"You... like me... now... MINE!" he barked out as the curse within her roared to life to answer the howl and the order.
 
Astrid shivers when those claws are dragging along her skin, making it seem like he is ready to dig into her vulnerable skin. "No...I will never be like you. I would rather die first." Not a beast, she wants to remain human, that is why she is a hunter. The horrid beast ruined her life, and she wants to pay him back in kind, but she is unable too when it felt like her own body is trying to rip her apart. Her nails and teeth are sharper, her hair gets longer as she becomes more beast-like. She is transforming, becoming less human.
 
"Already changing..." the Silver beast told her with a nod. He was right and she could feel the wolf inside of her answering to his calls, feel it growing stronger with every minute as she changed more and more.
"Like me... already... like me..." he grunted out.
"You'll be mine," he repeated more succinctly as he once more stepped closer to her, towering over her for now with his sheer size and presence. Her inner wolf seeming to howl with delight at his proximity. His clawed hand came back up to slice his sharpened claw through the string that held her cloak together, forcing the material to slide off of her and fall to the ground.
"Give in... so much easier... so much more pleasant..." he told her before his hand caressed her cheek. It was an oddly gentle touch despite the rough pats on his hands, one that was at odds with his beastly appearance.
 
Astrid is resisting the change, but it is slowly consuming her body. She doesn't want to be a monster, she would rather suffer in the fires of eternity than to become like this beast that cursed her. However, the beast is stoking the fire even more ass his will is commanding her to change, and she felt her will is slipping further out of her control. "No, not like this." She can feel his coarse hand on her cheeks. "No...please stop this." She silently begs, but before she knew it, she has come something different.
 
"Can't stop... instinct..." the beast growled out as he leaned in closer to her. His long wide tongue dragging up along her cheek and neck, his claw slowly tearing through cloth and leather as her changes spread. The wolf within her is awake now, taking hold.
"This can't be stopped... won't be stopped... we're the same... always have been," he rumbles deep in his throat, stepping back before he howls at the moon. It's like a song that resonates within her. The beast within is stirring and ready for the change, regardless of what she wishes or desires, and is ready to come out.
 
Her form has changed from a human to something more beast like, and it is peeling her skin painfully until it stops, turning her completely as she doesn't recognize herself as the woman she once was. "No...no..." She is on her knees, as she turns to the beast as he howls at the night sky. Her fur is white, her eyes are focused, and her senses has heightened that it almost scares her since she isn't used to this. "I am nothing like you...i'm not..." She tries to convince herself that this isn't happening.
 
"We're the same... humans... trapped within beasts..." he growled out as he came closer to her then, his scent so strong up close and now completely surrounding her as he only a few inches away from her now. She could feel his muzzle rub against her own in that moment.
"The beast inside... the need... the hunger... the wild calling out to be free..." he rumbled with a shiver as his hands reached up to caress her cheeks, his head leaning in to press his forehead to her own.
"It was always there... below the surface..." he said softly.
"The moon... she calls out to us... bringing out our most secret desires..." he breathed out before he began pacing around her, soon behind her as his clawed hand caressed down her back.
 
Astrid looks at the beast as he is trying to coax something out of her, but all she felt is despair and loss. Now her purpose has been shattered and she has become the very thing that she hates. "STay away from me! Don't touch me!" She swats his hand away when he touched her back. "I am not like you, I will never be! I am a human and will die as one, not as a beast such as you!"
 
The silver beast growled before rounding on her, clawed hand lashing out to grab her by her throat as he pressed her back into his chest so close she was surrounded by his scent on all sides. He growled into her ear, seeming to try and cow her. She could feel his hand gripping her throat tight enough to keep her from escaping and make breathing hard, but not cut off her air supply completely.

"Not human... not anymore... maybe not ever..." he told her in a rumble of a voice.
"Always like this... wolf inside... sleeping... waiting... waiting to wake up and come out..." he informed her as he bit into her shoulder, showing her her place underneath him as he gripped her.
"No death for you... beast life now," he said then pushing her forward as he released her.
 
Astrid gasped as her throat is being squeezed and she struggled for air, but she couldn't do anything as he is pressing his body on top of her. Then she tensed as stops struggles as he bit into her shoulder. The searing pain is on her skin as blood starts to pour from her room, which makes her shiver. That pain turns to into anger as she tries to stand up, she hates this beast, she would rather die than to give him what he wants. "No, I refuse! I am not a beast!"
 
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