Time's cruel flow (SB)

(Let's have a bit of fun, shall we, SB? I shall be using Raziel.)

With a sudden squeal of fear, the woodland squirrel scattered up the nearest safehaven, peering down at the large form in the eerie luminescent glow of the moon. Its large eyes were wide in amazement and its body quivered with a chilly shiver.

The huge form simply glanced up at the small creature for a moment, its ears lowering in shame and hurt. It had not done the fuzzy animal any harm...a somewhat human-like sigh escaped into the night, rising before sharp dark eyes as a puff of vapor. Rising to the full hieght possible for him, he took in nearby scents of the forest.

Hunger prodded his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. He had enough with his dinner that morning. He would not risk having another mob try to chase him down. Not only was it threatening to his life, but it would only give his sister more of a lead on his unknown whereabouts. Thick ears flickered back and forth as he listened intently. Far off, he could hear it. Her howl...she was on the hunt. Of course she was. She enjoyed this repulsive form. Raziel, on the other hand, rather loathed it. No one seemed to understand him. If they didn't try to kill him on sight, he would be tracked down.

He lifted his muzzle into the air, spreading his great arms to each side and giving a mourning howl. How he missed Yosuke. If he was to defend himself against Sakume, he would have to grow stronger. He parted his curled lips in a growl at the returning female howl. If she tried to hurt him, he'd show her the true abilities of fangs...He stared down at his palms, which were covered in a soft, gray fur.

His fingernails had lengthened considerably in that moment, when he transformed. This was one of those nights where he was unlucky. Instead of a natural wolf, he took on this form...He flexed his cruel claws, running a tongue over his fangs. Few took the time to talk to him. He was not stupid, like they all thought at first glance. He simply never got the chance to explain.

He contained a rather twisted form, somewhat sophisticated in appearance. He wore a pair of his normal tunic wrappings as pants, with a hole in the back for his long tail to drag through. A rope served to keep the rags together, but other than that he had nothing distinguishing him. There remained a tiny tuft of dark blue to symbolize his normal hair color, but few people even noticed that. He growled softly in his throat, resting his large form against a tree. He was plain tuckered out from all that running these past few days...he really needed to rest. Deep within him though, the blood of the werewolf coursed through his veins, ready for battle at any moment.

The full moon sat high in a dark sky, spilling silvery beams over the land below. They filtered through the boughs over Bella's head, leaving dappled patterns of light on the path in front of her. The wind made the branches sway, and dark green leaves rattled gently. "So quiet and peaceful..." she murmered, walking silently through the night.

Bella's keen eyes pierced through the trees, ever watchful despite her relaxed appearence. Off to the side, a cracked branch was hanging from it's base. Barely connected to the tree, it swung and crashed in the wind. The tracker would have simply passed by, but she noticed that there was another similarly cracked branch behind that one. Upon further inspection, she noticed a path broken branches or otherwise disturbed flora, winding into the thick of the forest.

"Well, it was peaceful," Bella said. She turned off the path and began winding through the trees, following the trail. It looked as if something very large had thrashed through the trees very quickly, possible chasing something... or being chased. She followed the trail for around half an hour. It had started getting less obvious, the broken branches becoming fewer and fewer. She could see strange footprints, but even they were difficult to find, as if whatever had made the trail was now attempting to hide it's passage.

An anguished howl pierced through the silence of the night, very nearby. Bella stopped and stood completely still, listening. Further off, there came an answering call. Wolves... she thought. But... wolves weren't responsible for this. The hylian glanced in the direction from which she had heard the first howl. Going there would likely be highly unwise... but it also held the potential to provide some answers.

Bella had always been too curious for her own good. Changing course slightly, she crept through the trees, listening intently for any further sound of the "wolf".

Crack. Raziel blinked his small dark eyes once, freezing in place. Inconceivable...someone had followed him, most likely from the mob. His muzzle took in nearby scents as he attempted to identify what or who it was that had found his trail. A slight smell of a woman wafted to his nose. Female...probably in her twenties. He snorted a little, twitching his ears. They wouldn't catch him, oh no. He'd show them.

Snarling, he bent down, sensing her movements as she grew ever closer. She seemed to be very well-versed in the methods of sneaking about, for she made little noise. He bent down, preparing to lunge. She emerged from the flora, ducking as the tree branch swept back past her. Raziel sprang towards her, showing no sign of stopping, a huge furry object leaped at the woman, claws extended. He wasn't about to go down like that.

Bella jumped back as the furry form lept at her, but it still managed to slash her with it's claws, shredding the side of her tunic and leaving long - but thankfully shallow - slashes in her side. She gasped in pain and fear, stumbling away from her attacker.

She had been correct in her assumption that it was not a natural wolf she had been tracking. A cruel, twisted form stood before her, a terrible mix of human and beast. It glared at her and lunged again, but this time she was ready. She dodged swiftly to the side, drawing her sword as she did so.

"So sorry to disappoint, but I'm rather averse to being shredded and eaten," the tracker said with a grin. The creature made to lunge at her again, but a large and very thorny bush suddenly wrapped around his it's leg, bringing it up short. With a snarl, he slashed at the plant and pulled free of it's tattered remains - but not before Bella had managed to put a fair amount of distance between herself and the beast.

The Hylian held her sword up and ready. If this beast wanted a battled, it would get one.

OoC: I'm never too busy for a spare post during class. :3

BiC: Gleaming dark eyes pierced through the black and white blurriness. Raziel blinked repeatedly, trying to figure out if he had damaged her or not. His sanity level on a low sliver, Raziel couldn’t be blamed for his rash actions. His pursuer stumbled slightly back and the werewolf caught a glimpse of her ripped clothing.

Saliva dripped from his cruel fangs, his mouth watering as the scent of blood reached his nostrils. Unable to control his instincts, the lycan flew again towards the Hylian. She dodged nimbly, and Raziel thudded to a halt behind her, not stunned in the least.

A mixed murmur of words reached his ears. Thanks to his wild side, they were slightly inaudible. He couldn’t understand her. The female grinned, now revealing a sword. Raziel took this as a threat, and leaped for her again, something holding him back. “Awooo!” He howled in surprise and anger, shaking his thick furry leg. His black and white vision caught the sight of a plant holding him back. Where it had come from he did not know. He snarled angrily, slashing it in half. By the time the half-transformed werewolf had freed himself, Bella had already backed up quite a ways.

Suddenly, Raziel clasped both claws to his head, howling in agony. The moon’s luminescent glow dimmed greatly, hidden by clouds. The fur shed itself from the man, his mind striving to catch up with what had happened. He didn't know exactly what his side currently did, but he knew it wasn't good. Very well-built thanks to the moon's cycle, Raziel fell down upon his knees, clasping the ground in his fingers as his heart pounded. The naked figure breathed harshly, looking up at Bella. Raziel did not have time to feel embarrassed as he normally would have. He knew the moon would soon return, and with it, his insanity. Panting heavily, his eyes pleaded with Bella. “Run.”