Post by Deilakrion on Oct 7, 2008 16:09:36 GMT -5
The wolf slept. She slept, and the creature was left in nameless dreaming, with bloodshot eyes that peered into the deep corners with nothing to hold back the nighttime horrors. Stripped of her primary cushion, of the protector and shield, she was left bare to the outside world. The wolf slept. The creature had a perfect memory, a perfect recall, and the shaking in her hands was proven to be but a minor symptom to the rot that permeated her core. Her face was battered; nose broken and healed over, wide scars banding her cheeks in a clear mark that would exist with her to the end of her days. Scar tissue. It proved nothing to the roiling inner pain that threatened to overwhelm. Her thoughts had reverted, gone back to some primordial instinct that demanded she find somewhere safe, somewhere hidden. She could not face the pack, any pack, any one. She had gorged recently, and the thick blood from raw meat still clung stickily to her chin. Her stomach bulged. Yet it was nothing but fuel for this conflagration, and she could feel it burning from the inside, threatening to devour her whole.
Her eyes sparked golden as they swept the darkness. Fur sprouted upon her shoulders and trailed down her back as bones popped and rippled beneath the skin. She couldn't stop it, couldn't pretend that she didn't want the oblivion her inner terror provoked. Claws formed, teeth grew. She wavered in the lull between bestial nothingness and the slim intelligence that still sparked her eyes. She wept for the past, but she clawed towards the future with ruthlessness.
She had become the creature.
Somewhere behind her, Monster watched with calculated intent. It was simply dressed for this occasion in a tunic and wool trousers tucked into shiny black boots. Its skin was painted black like the night, and stars pricked the darkness in dots of white. It watched coolly, without saying a word: a crooked witness. It knew what was coming, but did nothing to stop it as the creature's world slowly crumbled about her in a flash of all-too-human memory. Perhaps someone would come to save her. Perhaps not. It was not the monster's call to make, and it would not make it in any case. Crooked witness, blasphemous past. It would pick up the pieces as it always had, and feed on the remains like any good scavenger must.
Deilakrion knew it was there, of course. Its presence slid across her awareness like oil over a fire, and its heat spread along her heightened nerves. She hissed out a breath, eyes tightening into narrow slits as her body shivered about her in incomplete betrayal. "Why?" Her voice rasped out, broken and jagged. "Leave. The Monster does not. . .belong."
Monster only inclined its head the slightest, and its dark eyes glittered like a crow's carnivorous inclination or a raven's beak. It circled the darkness with its presence, and its smooth gliding stride only underscored Deilakrion's pitiful state. "You owe me." It breathed, and fascination rode high within its demeanor.
Deilakrion tossed her head high, and two spots of color burned fever-bright over too-pale skin. Her form melted in and out of reality as it formed shapes that should not be, and her eyes stretched and warped into the golden hue of the wolf, corner to corner and rimmed with black. She bared teeth from an elongated face, and the resulting moaning howl shivered through the space as she felt the choice slipping from her. She fought against it, but she did not want to, truly. Memories of the past were slipping along her channels, and short on its heels followed a hellish growl. Unleashed. Monster, meanwhile, had stepped closer to open a cage door with a flick of talented fingers. It creaked wide, and white pierced the black veil of Monster's painted face as it grinned openly. It was a sore parody of a scene that had been played out before, often. "In," spoke the monster, and Deilakrion's head tipped back as another awful cry was torn from her.
Mahri headed down the stairs, the scent from the grey wolf was stronger here, perhaps she would find the other female here. As she allowed her vision to adjust to the dimmer light of the cellar, Mahri slows her steps, bare feet hardly feeling the cool stone beneath them. The scent of blood and wolf was strong, so much stronger here that fine black hairs stood strait up on her arms and the hackles at the back of her neck stirred slightly. On the balls of her feet, the human form Mahri was forced to take, stepped into the shadows, grey eyes glowing a moment before dimming as they scanned the immediate area ahead of her.
Deilakrion balked from the open door of the cage. Hate cages, hate them. She shook her head to clear the thought, and the lines once more blurred between woman and wolf, forming a gruesome collaboration of the two. She took a step and stumbled, cracking her knees upon the hard floor as she groaned. Another cry wrenched from her throat, and she slumped over herself upon the floor in a hulking mess as Monster's sly steps circled around the back of her. "You don't want it to happen again, do you?" It taunted the wolf-woman, leaning over the prone form with a greedy air. It fed from her, of her despair and keening grief, glimmering in the half-light that illuminated only the barred adamantite. A foot lashed out, and a muted thud rang clean to the accompanying gibbering howl. "Pathetic," another taunt, "Go in."
Mahri growled in response to the other wolf's plight. Stepping from the shadows, Mahri makes her presence known as she speaks, her voice slightly rough and husky from lack of use, “Why do you cage her? She needs freedom, she needs to run, to hunt..” Marhi's eyes are on the...thing trying to force the obviously distressed 'wolf into the confines of a cage. A death sentence for sure if it is successful. Taking a deep breath, Mahri prepares to initiate the change if it is necessary.
The Monster straightened, and a slim edge of possessiveness slipped from those cold, dark eyes as it turned to face the other wolf. Deilakrion crept towards the cage, and Monster looked upon the other with scorn. "What know you of anything?" It stood before the creature, between her and this new interloper who threatened the status quo. "What know you of the creature? Of tricks and demons? Nightmare visions? IN!" He bellowed behind at Deilakrion, whose quiet noises of growls and whimpers were beginning to intensify and grow in scope.
Mahri turned her eyes to the 'wolf, caught between transformations and drew in a single breath. On that breath, she smelled the pain in the wolf, the confusion and the fear. Stepping closer to the two, her hair seems to move gently about her face, tangled and snarled as it is, perhaps some rodent had found a home, or it could be the soft green glow that seems to come from her skin as the druid edges closer. Now, her eyes are trained on the wolf, not on the would-be jailer. "I know that she hurts. I know that caging her will not help her. I know that she has to run off her nightmares, her demons and tricks" Of course, she was going on instinct only. "She needs the earth to heal, the hunt." A hand stretches, fingers curled in an unthreatening manner to Deilakrion.
Deilakrion began to growl low and dangerous, the sound creeping up like something tangible. It was real. The whimpers had been muted, and fur began to sprout in earnest over the woman's body. Pressure rose, as Deilakrion's aura became overburdened with the strain, and cracks erupted with little booms as power and magic butted heads for the very first time. "Fool. You sorry fool." Monster whispered, as it stepped back from Deilakrion -- she so close to the cage and the safety it presented. "You will tell the Dark Lady where her creature has gone, then. I tried." Another sardonic grin, and then the Monster was gone. Deilakrion's fingers grew short and stubby, and her feet elongated. She was some horrible mixture of wolf and woman, gruesome in its unreal presentation. The pressure was growing unbearable for the woman, and one last whisper of sanity escaped her in a breath that shattered the quiet: "Isen." Then the bubble popped. It shattered, shrieked from her as her connections to the pack were severed. In its place grew a terrible roar, and Deilakrion unfolded herself from the floor. She was bestial, a terrible and ugly sight to behold. She drew breath and roared again, and there was no sense or sanity within her golden-eyed gaze as she focused upon Mahri with malicious intent. Paw-like hands flexed, erupting sharp claws as a half-muzzle filled with far too many teeth slavered and drooled with dumb rage. She swiped, all the coordination and speed of a wolf within that long-armed swat; a casual strike at Mahri's one extended hand. The creature would take it off at the wrist if she could.
Mahri took note of the name, snatching back her hand just in time to save it from being disconnected from her wrist. At the same time, her own body contorted. Silky black hair sprung out all over her body, her facial features elongated, taking on a decidedly canine appearance. The woman's spine popped and stretched, tendons and muscles, as well as organs re-arranged themselves to accommodate the new bone-structure of the wolf. The only thing that remained of the woman was the cold grey eyes. Her muzzle lifted in a snarl, showing her own jagged teeth. The other wolf, misshapen as she was, was regarded not with fear, or pity, but with a level of wariness that Mahri reserved for other dominant 'wolves. Her own nature takes over and her ears twist forward, tail half raised. No threatening move was made other than the snarl. Hackles were smooth, even her tail offered a hesitant wag. Mahri still held that slightly green hued aura around her, offering a calming influence to the clearly broken 'wolf.
Deilakrion was no longer rational, having been taken over by the strange rage that was the bane of lycanthrope. Her mind had retreated into sweet oblivion, and now only the urge to hunt and feed took over her. Wolf-woman, she was, and a berzerking one. She roared defiance at the other 'wolf, and lumbered forward on muscle-thick legs, arms held forward to claw and cleave at the other. There was no dancing now, no smooth agility or easy grace. No, there was only the gnashing of teeth and the strange state of those dimming eyes as first one and then the other arm descending in great, carving arcs; a simple design of the predator to break the spine of the other. She was hunching forward, extending neck and head to snap and drive the other back, back, into the darkness and the promise of food and feed. She was out of control.
Mahri stepped back, towards the stairs, but not in time to miss being caught by the claws of the other wolf. Gashes appeared in her side, and the lycan yelped in surprised pain. Being smaller than the crazed 'wolf, Mahri does what comes naturally, instead of continuing her retreat, she crouches low to the ground, not in a submissive gesture, far from it. She lunged forward, under the extended head and neck, her own teeth snapping for the throat of the other, barring that target, she would try for Deilakrion's left shoulder, seeking to sink teeth into flesh and bone. A quick scramble swings her haunches, hopefully, out of the way of another attack, and if her teeth have made connection, possibly ripping flesh off at the same time.
Deilakrion would snarl and cry out as the wolf's teeth found purchase in the thick skin of her throat. Yet, in this form the woman was meant to take damage, and take it she did. Blood started to gout in a dark arc, the garish liquid spraying over floors and tables alike as the creature wrested to follow the advance and retreat of the smaller. A hooked hand would swoop for the other's tail, even as that deformed head would swing upwards, spraying blood and chunks of flesh that flew from the other's teeth. Challenge. Meal. Prey. Simple thoughts, and two lumbering steps forward had her in a half charge to slam shoulder first into whatever bodily part of the other presented itself. Artful it was not, but horribly effective it could be. A table was upended into splinters as she flung her other hand back, the shoulder forward even as the hand opposite still groped for that tail: a fine prize indeed.
Mahri spat out the hunk of meat that came off Deilakrions body. She hadn't wanted this, hadn't wanted the fight. She merely sought to help the other, and this is what she got herself into. One heavy shoulder slammed into her ribs, cracking a few painfully into her heaving lungs, puncturing one as she stumbled back. Ignoring the blood, the pain..the wheezing, Mahri met the charge, rearing up on her hind legs to swipe her own paws at the 'wolf, aiming to gauge the wound deeper as she came closer. Deformed fingers swept over her tail, pulling out tufts of fur and bits of skin as she swung her hind end around to avoid the grappling reach. A howl, a growl and gnashing of teeth followed, snapping at the other wolf with crimson tinted foam gathering in the corners of her muzzle. She needed to drive the other back, back towards the cage or at the very least, the stairs. Get her into the open, the forest where she could have more room to maneuver. Splinters pricked the pads of her paws as she moved, drawing droplets of vitae to stain the floor even more than it was already.
A lowered head and gaping jowls met the advancing clawed paws, and the dumb instinctual jerk was the only thing to save the wolf-woman's eye from being gouged out. Yet, the eyelid was torn and the creature reared back with a coughing, thick cry. Reflex had a hand swinging to knock the other away, even as teeth slipped over the wound at her neck, deepening it and causing yet more blood to flow. Each with the regenerative abilities of their kind would find painful wounds beginning the healing process, but it did not stop the splattering mess. She had been close to the cage when the fight had started, and so it was only a few steps back and she slammed into the open door, pinning it back as she swiped again and again, blinded with loathing and pain. She howled, a tremulous, angry sound that would echo in the basement beneath the Corpse, and would lunge forward again in a hateful attempt to slam the other to the floor.
Mahri 's ears perk with the sound of clanging metal. Close, she was close to the doorway and the wolf advanced once more, only to be unceremoniously thrust backwards. Her ribs heaved with each breath, slashes were beginning to knit closed, and bones were fusing, but if she didn't get the berzerking wolf into that cage, she just might not walk out of here under her own power. Scrambling quickly to her feet, Mahri darts forward, teeth snapping at the feet of the other, trying to force her to step back, and keep stepping back to avoid the teeth that would rend paw from legs if they latched onto them. Herding..that's what she was doing, trying to herd Deilakrion where she wanted her to be. The other's howls of outrage, as cutting as they were to the lycan's ears, were ignored. Her own snarls and growls mixed with the ferocity of the other. 'Back..go back' she silently pleaded.
Deilakrion had recoiled, and stood fairly over her center of power. Yet confusion replaced the certainty as her feet were attacked, and another swipe of the hand was given even as she tried to dodge out of the way of those clever teeth. A whoop of air was driven from her as she stumbled over her mass and fell into the bars of the cage, rebounding and hitting the floor with a crack of bone and a whump of flesh. She gathered herself to stand, and in so cleared her frame from the door. Yet, she was not so slow, even in such a form. Mahri would have to move quickly to close the cage door, and the creature was already part way up and reaching out to the other, loathing in her eyes.
Mahri felt the stir of air as a hand narrowly missed her back, and the spine hunched beneath sinewy skin and muscles. The thud of Deilakrion falling was not met with a feeling of satisfaction, but rather sadness that one of her kind was so in need of protection she had to be caged. Away from the breath of the forest and the thrill of the hunt, and yet, she moved quickly when she saw the deformed one rising, first pawing the door so she could get her snout behind it to push it closed with a resounding 'CLANG' and light snick as the lock engaged. Lowering her head, Mahri sat back on her haunches, watching the other through curiously blank eyes. Now, the gashes in her side were nearly healed, her breathing easier as holes in the soft lung tissue began to close. This was not without pain, this slow healing of body, but to show weakness now would be a mistake.
Deilakrion slammed into the door, rattling the adamantite as she put stresses upon it that it hadn't been meant to take. She opened her jaws, and a furious sound emerged, of natural disasters and earthquakes. It was deep, and the underlying rage was in such a heated state that it promised to not abate any time in the near future. Again, she rushed the cage door, clawing at the adamantite steel mesh with enough force to produce sparks. One of her claws broke off at the tip, which was met with another infuriated cry. Again. Again. Again. Blood dripped from slowly healing wounds, and Mahri would be spattered with the same as Deilakrion moved within such a fiendish mind frame. It would not be over for the creature for a long while.
Mahri 's bones and flesh began the slow, painful process of transition. Human features eventually took over the wolfish ones, crimson staining the pale skin as the fur retreated into their follicles. Claws retracted, extending once more smooth human nails. The tail grew shorter and shorter, a nub, then..nothing as the woman's smooth skin melted back into the now familiar body of a woman. Naked in the cellar and shivering. Silvery scars now graced her otherwise unmarred side. Gingerly, fingers explored the ribs and tears trekked their way down her cheeks. "Isen..that's what you said..I will find this Isen, bring him to you if that is what you wanted." With that, the female rose, ignoring the crazed crashing of the almost transformed woman. Her clothes, which had fallen off when she had turned wolf, were in a pile in the middle of the floor. Luckily, they weren't too tattered and she put them on, still her feet are bare, shoes being rather uncomfortable to the lycan.
Deilakrion began to test the other sides of the cage, her repeated slams jarring the mesh and the bars. It was a disquieting sound, coupled with her snuffling growls and angry eyes.
Mahri gave the caged 'wolf one last look. For once her expressionless eyes were filled with sympathy for that one. Idly, her eyes searched the cellar for the odd one who had been there before. If he didn't appear, Mahri will climb the stairs, limping a little, and go to find this Isen that the 'wolf had called for.
The echoes of the beast would follow the other up the stairs.
Her eyes sparked golden as they swept the darkness. Fur sprouted upon her shoulders and trailed down her back as bones popped and rippled beneath the skin. She couldn't stop it, couldn't pretend that she didn't want the oblivion her inner terror provoked. Claws formed, teeth grew. She wavered in the lull between bestial nothingness and the slim intelligence that still sparked her eyes. She wept for the past, but she clawed towards the future with ruthlessness.
She had become the creature.
Somewhere behind her, Monster watched with calculated intent. It was simply dressed for this occasion in a tunic and wool trousers tucked into shiny black boots. Its skin was painted black like the night, and stars pricked the darkness in dots of white. It watched coolly, without saying a word: a crooked witness. It knew what was coming, but did nothing to stop it as the creature's world slowly crumbled about her in a flash of all-too-human memory. Perhaps someone would come to save her. Perhaps not. It was not the monster's call to make, and it would not make it in any case. Crooked witness, blasphemous past. It would pick up the pieces as it always had, and feed on the remains like any good scavenger must.
Deilakrion knew it was there, of course. Its presence slid across her awareness like oil over a fire, and its heat spread along her heightened nerves. She hissed out a breath, eyes tightening into narrow slits as her body shivered about her in incomplete betrayal. "Why?" Her voice rasped out, broken and jagged. "Leave. The Monster does not. . .belong."
Monster only inclined its head the slightest, and its dark eyes glittered like a crow's carnivorous inclination or a raven's beak. It circled the darkness with its presence, and its smooth gliding stride only underscored Deilakrion's pitiful state. "You owe me." It breathed, and fascination rode high within its demeanor.
Deilakrion tossed her head high, and two spots of color burned fever-bright over too-pale skin. Her form melted in and out of reality as it formed shapes that should not be, and her eyes stretched and warped into the golden hue of the wolf, corner to corner and rimmed with black. She bared teeth from an elongated face, and the resulting moaning howl shivered through the space as she felt the choice slipping from her. She fought against it, but she did not want to, truly. Memories of the past were slipping along her channels, and short on its heels followed a hellish growl. Unleashed. Monster, meanwhile, had stepped closer to open a cage door with a flick of talented fingers. It creaked wide, and white pierced the black veil of Monster's painted face as it grinned openly. It was a sore parody of a scene that had been played out before, often. "In," spoke the monster, and Deilakrion's head tipped back as another awful cry was torn from her.
Mahri headed down the stairs, the scent from the grey wolf was stronger here, perhaps she would find the other female here. As she allowed her vision to adjust to the dimmer light of the cellar, Mahri slows her steps, bare feet hardly feeling the cool stone beneath them. The scent of blood and wolf was strong, so much stronger here that fine black hairs stood strait up on her arms and the hackles at the back of her neck stirred slightly. On the balls of her feet, the human form Mahri was forced to take, stepped into the shadows, grey eyes glowing a moment before dimming as they scanned the immediate area ahead of her.
Deilakrion balked from the open door of the cage. Hate cages, hate them. She shook her head to clear the thought, and the lines once more blurred between woman and wolf, forming a gruesome collaboration of the two. She took a step and stumbled, cracking her knees upon the hard floor as she groaned. Another cry wrenched from her throat, and she slumped over herself upon the floor in a hulking mess as Monster's sly steps circled around the back of her. "You don't want it to happen again, do you?" It taunted the wolf-woman, leaning over the prone form with a greedy air. It fed from her, of her despair and keening grief, glimmering in the half-light that illuminated only the barred adamantite. A foot lashed out, and a muted thud rang clean to the accompanying gibbering howl. "Pathetic," another taunt, "Go in."
Mahri growled in response to the other wolf's plight. Stepping from the shadows, Mahri makes her presence known as she speaks, her voice slightly rough and husky from lack of use, “Why do you cage her? She needs freedom, she needs to run, to hunt..” Marhi's eyes are on the...thing trying to force the obviously distressed 'wolf into the confines of a cage. A death sentence for sure if it is successful. Taking a deep breath, Mahri prepares to initiate the change if it is necessary.
The Monster straightened, and a slim edge of possessiveness slipped from those cold, dark eyes as it turned to face the other wolf. Deilakrion crept towards the cage, and Monster looked upon the other with scorn. "What know you of anything?" It stood before the creature, between her and this new interloper who threatened the status quo. "What know you of the creature? Of tricks and demons? Nightmare visions? IN!" He bellowed behind at Deilakrion, whose quiet noises of growls and whimpers were beginning to intensify and grow in scope.
Mahri turned her eyes to the 'wolf, caught between transformations and drew in a single breath. On that breath, she smelled the pain in the wolf, the confusion and the fear. Stepping closer to the two, her hair seems to move gently about her face, tangled and snarled as it is, perhaps some rodent had found a home, or it could be the soft green glow that seems to come from her skin as the druid edges closer. Now, her eyes are trained on the wolf, not on the would-be jailer. "I know that she hurts. I know that caging her will not help her. I know that she has to run off her nightmares, her demons and tricks" Of course, she was going on instinct only. "She needs the earth to heal, the hunt." A hand stretches, fingers curled in an unthreatening manner to Deilakrion.
Deilakrion began to growl low and dangerous, the sound creeping up like something tangible. It was real. The whimpers had been muted, and fur began to sprout in earnest over the woman's body. Pressure rose, as Deilakrion's aura became overburdened with the strain, and cracks erupted with little booms as power and magic butted heads for the very first time. "Fool. You sorry fool." Monster whispered, as it stepped back from Deilakrion -- she so close to the cage and the safety it presented. "You will tell the Dark Lady where her creature has gone, then. I tried." Another sardonic grin, and then the Monster was gone. Deilakrion's fingers grew short and stubby, and her feet elongated. She was some horrible mixture of wolf and woman, gruesome in its unreal presentation. The pressure was growing unbearable for the woman, and one last whisper of sanity escaped her in a breath that shattered the quiet: "Isen." Then the bubble popped. It shattered, shrieked from her as her connections to the pack were severed. In its place grew a terrible roar, and Deilakrion unfolded herself from the floor. She was bestial, a terrible and ugly sight to behold. She drew breath and roared again, and there was no sense or sanity within her golden-eyed gaze as she focused upon Mahri with malicious intent. Paw-like hands flexed, erupting sharp claws as a half-muzzle filled with far too many teeth slavered and drooled with dumb rage. She swiped, all the coordination and speed of a wolf within that long-armed swat; a casual strike at Mahri's one extended hand. The creature would take it off at the wrist if she could.
Mahri took note of the name, snatching back her hand just in time to save it from being disconnected from her wrist. At the same time, her own body contorted. Silky black hair sprung out all over her body, her facial features elongated, taking on a decidedly canine appearance. The woman's spine popped and stretched, tendons and muscles, as well as organs re-arranged themselves to accommodate the new bone-structure of the wolf. The only thing that remained of the woman was the cold grey eyes. Her muzzle lifted in a snarl, showing her own jagged teeth. The other wolf, misshapen as she was, was regarded not with fear, or pity, but with a level of wariness that Mahri reserved for other dominant 'wolves. Her own nature takes over and her ears twist forward, tail half raised. No threatening move was made other than the snarl. Hackles were smooth, even her tail offered a hesitant wag. Mahri still held that slightly green hued aura around her, offering a calming influence to the clearly broken 'wolf.
Deilakrion was no longer rational, having been taken over by the strange rage that was the bane of lycanthrope. Her mind had retreated into sweet oblivion, and now only the urge to hunt and feed took over her. Wolf-woman, she was, and a berzerking one. She roared defiance at the other 'wolf, and lumbered forward on muscle-thick legs, arms held forward to claw and cleave at the other. There was no dancing now, no smooth agility or easy grace. No, there was only the gnashing of teeth and the strange state of those dimming eyes as first one and then the other arm descending in great, carving arcs; a simple design of the predator to break the spine of the other. She was hunching forward, extending neck and head to snap and drive the other back, back, into the darkness and the promise of food and feed. She was out of control.
Mahri stepped back, towards the stairs, but not in time to miss being caught by the claws of the other wolf. Gashes appeared in her side, and the lycan yelped in surprised pain. Being smaller than the crazed 'wolf, Mahri does what comes naturally, instead of continuing her retreat, she crouches low to the ground, not in a submissive gesture, far from it. She lunged forward, under the extended head and neck, her own teeth snapping for the throat of the other, barring that target, she would try for Deilakrion's left shoulder, seeking to sink teeth into flesh and bone. A quick scramble swings her haunches, hopefully, out of the way of another attack, and if her teeth have made connection, possibly ripping flesh off at the same time.
Deilakrion would snarl and cry out as the wolf's teeth found purchase in the thick skin of her throat. Yet, in this form the woman was meant to take damage, and take it she did. Blood started to gout in a dark arc, the garish liquid spraying over floors and tables alike as the creature wrested to follow the advance and retreat of the smaller. A hooked hand would swoop for the other's tail, even as that deformed head would swing upwards, spraying blood and chunks of flesh that flew from the other's teeth. Challenge. Meal. Prey. Simple thoughts, and two lumbering steps forward had her in a half charge to slam shoulder first into whatever bodily part of the other presented itself. Artful it was not, but horribly effective it could be. A table was upended into splinters as she flung her other hand back, the shoulder forward even as the hand opposite still groped for that tail: a fine prize indeed.
Mahri spat out the hunk of meat that came off Deilakrions body. She hadn't wanted this, hadn't wanted the fight. She merely sought to help the other, and this is what she got herself into. One heavy shoulder slammed into her ribs, cracking a few painfully into her heaving lungs, puncturing one as she stumbled back. Ignoring the blood, the pain..the wheezing, Mahri met the charge, rearing up on her hind legs to swipe her own paws at the 'wolf, aiming to gauge the wound deeper as she came closer. Deformed fingers swept over her tail, pulling out tufts of fur and bits of skin as she swung her hind end around to avoid the grappling reach. A howl, a growl and gnashing of teeth followed, snapping at the other wolf with crimson tinted foam gathering in the corners of her muzzle. She needed to drive the other back, back towards the cage or at the very least, the stairs. Get her into the open, the forest where she could have more room to maneuver. Splinters pricked the pads of her paws as she moved, drawing droplets of vitae to stain the floor even more than it was already.
A lowered head and gaping jowls met the advancing clawed paws, and the dumb instinctual jerk was the only thing to save the wolf-woman's eye from being gouged out. Yet, the eyelid was torn and the creature reared back with a coughing, thick cry. Reflex had a hand swinging to knock the other away, even as teeth slipped over the wound at her neck, deepening it and causing yet more blood to flow. Each with the regenerative abilities of their kind would find painful wounds beginning the healing process, but it did not stop the splattering mess. She had been close to the cage when the fight had started, and so it was only a few steps back and she slammed into the open door, pinning it back as she swiped again and again, blinded with loathing and pain. She howled, a tremulous, angry sound that would echo in the basement beneath the Corpse, and would lunge forward again in a hateful attempt to slam the other to the floor.
Mahri 's ears perk with the sound of clanging metal. Close, she was close to the doorway and the wolf advanced once more, only to be unceremoniously thrust backwards. Her ribs heaved with each breath, slashes were beginning to knit closed, and bones were fusing, but if she didn't get the berzerking wolf into that cage, she just might not walk out of here under her own power. Scrambling quickly to her feet, Mahri darts forward, teeth snapping at the feet of the other, trying to force her to step back, and keep stepping back to avoid the teeth that would rend paw from legs if they latched onto them. Herding..that's what she was doing, trying to herd Deilakrion where she wanted her to be. The other's howls of outrage, as cutting as they were to the lycan's ears, were ignored. Her own snarls and growls mixed with the ferocity of the other. 'Back..go back' she silently pleaded.
Deilakrion had recoiled, and stood fairly over her center of power. Yet confusion replaced the certainty as her feet were attacked, and another swipe of the hand was given even as she tried to dodge out of the way of those clever teeth. A whoop of air was driven from her as she stumbled over her mass and fell into the bars of the cage, rebounding and hitting the floor with a crack of bone and a whump of flesh. She gathered herself to stand, and in so cleared her frame from the door. Yet, she was not so slow, even in such a form. Mahri would have to move quickly to close the cage door, and the creature was already part way up and reaching out to the other, loathing in her eyes.
Mahri felt the stir of air as a hand narrowly missed her back, and the spine hunched beneath sinewy skin and muscles. The thud of Deilakrion falling was not met with a feeling of satisfaction, but rather sadness that one of her kind was so in need of protection she had to be caged. Away from the breath of the forest and the thrill of the hunt, and yet, she moved quickly when she saw the deformed one rising, first pawing the door so she could get her snout behind it to push it closed with a resounding 'CLANG' and light snick as the lock engaged. Lowering her head, Mahri sat back on her haunches, watching the other through curiously blank eyes. Now, the gashes in her side were nearly healed, her breathing easier as holes in the soft lung tissue began to close. This was not without pain, this slow healing of body, but to show weakness now would be a mistake.
Deilakrion slammed into the door, rattling the adamantite as she put stresses upon it that it hadn't been meant to take. She opened her jaws, and a furious sound emerged, of natural disasters and earthquakes. It was deep, and the underlying rage was in such a heated state that it promised to not abate any time in the near future. Again, she rushed the cage door, clawing at the adamantite steel mesh with enough force to produce sparks. One of her claws broke off at the tip, which was met with another infuriated cry. Again. Again. Again. Blood dripped from slowly healing wounds, and Mahri would be spattered with the same as Deilakrion moved within such a fiendish mind frame. It would not be over for the creature for a long while.
Mahri 's bones and flesh began the slow, painful process of transition. Human features eventually took over the wolfish ones, crimson staining the pale skin as the fur retreated into their follicles. Claws retracted, extending once more smooth human nails. The tail grew shorter and shorter, a nub, then..nothing as the woman's smooth skin melted back into the now familiar body of a woman. Naked in the cellar and shivering. Silvery scars now graced her otherwise unmarred side. Gingerly, fingers explored the ribs and tears trekked their way down her cheeks. "Isen..that's what you said..I will find this Isen, bring him to you if that is what you wanted." With that, the female rose, ignoring the crazed crashing of the almost transformed woman. Her clothes, which had fallen off when she had turned wolf, were in a pile in the middle of the floor. Luckily, they weren't too tattered and she put them on, still her feet are bare, shoes being rather uncomfortable to the lycan.
Deilakrion began to test the other sides of the cage, her repeated slams jarring the mesh and the bars. It was a disquieting sound, coupled with her snuffling growls and angry eyes.
Mahri gave the caged 'wolf one last look. For once her expressionless eyes were filled with sympathy for that one. Idly, her eyes searched the cellar for the odd one who had been there before. If he didn't appear, Mahri will climb the stairs, limping a little, and go to find this Isen that the 'wolf had called for.
The echoes of the beast would follow the other up the stairs.