(Ooc: Ima go ahead and do the second part of the post... easier to react to for poor mister Nightcandle. Heh... this is your thread, but I figure... hey, spice of life. I smell a fight coming on ^^)
The girl... she looked barely sixteen years old, about the age that a woman would have been at the starting of truly being a complete person... too young to be made to suffer like this. Her gore-covered body twitched, and the sound of her bones rubbing together... or breaking... could be heard deep within her slender, worn out body, making her face contort in pain and her knees buckle, sending her to the ground as the man approached, and she fell to her hands and knees.
Blood gushed from between her fingers as the open wound, like some macabre bowl, dumped its contents onto the forest floor, staining the leaves with deep red blood and a clear, oily fluid... and both continued to steadily trickle. A human being would have been dead, should have been dead. Her heartbeat... was clearly audible, clear as the lack of birdsong in this forest. She looked up to the demon-torn man, despairing. She seriously doubted he'd help her, before his voice confirmed that. A sort of... contempt for him overtook her... but she was weak, and had no choice but to remain there... in his presence.
She heard him claim her soul as his own, as if through some deed he could take it... and she had no doubt he had some way of keeping on that. .. and she thought SHE had problems. She loosed a guttural moan, and vomited another massive chunk of hard... something. It looked like flesh to her, probably her own. Her throat was raw, and her stomache churned.. but now that another chunk of.. whatever it was... left her, she felt something horrifically familiar start to creep, more strongly, underneath her skin. The glow grew... but the glow was no longer red, but a golden color, even if her eyes remained red. Naturally, she had no idea her eyes were red: Last she looked in a mirrior, her eyes were blue.
He seemed to mock her as he called her a 'pretty thing...' but then... he said something that struck home... yet horrified her more. Sure, fate was poking fun at her, and in the absence of her goddess, dark ones had come like vultures... but she felt compelled to let him speak, to listen in turn. She looked up, almost pleadingly, her eyes glowing furiously then, the fire in her burning bright. She listened to each word, her innocence appearant in her. She had no idea why all this was happening to her, but what he said was true enough.
Ah, but he was walking on dangerous ground, this demon... but he was, himself, unnatural... not a native to this world at all. He had no idea what needed to be given a wide berth in this world of flesh. She was just such a thing... well, so was he, but that was aside the point, and irrelevant by now. He was already too close. He, using his dark energies, pulled her hand from protecting the gaping hole in her chest. Deep inside her, a heart beat furiously... and it was clear that this heart was not really her own, but a surrogate... it was too big, clearly visible between her ribs as it pushed her lungs, also visible, aside with its girth and sat in the middle of her chest.
"Stop..." her hoarse, horrific voice pleaded, fear in her eyes as she tried to recoil, but he had already grabbed one of her ribs, and was actually feeding some kind of energy to the beast within her. She shrieked in agony, her voice reflecting the souls he was draining. She was disgusted by this man... he was actually damaging an eternal thing to... do something to her. Her wound grew hot... but it certianly was not from this demon's actions. The energy accelerated her healing, it seemed like... or maybe that was something else.
Her blood-freezing shriek slowly changed... into something else entirely. Her voice grew, both in depth and in volume, and, without any kind of warning, she seized his arm. (I'm assuming, since you're already touching her, she would be able to grab you.) Her grip was supposed to be weak, judging by her state... but it was like red-hot steel, boring into the man's flesh and causing his mortal ligaments and flesh to do one thing. Let the fuck go. Her cry stopped, and the tone was double, one a deep and terrifying snarl, the other her own, but bearing a kind of weight that made reality quiver helplessly around it. She looked down into his eyes, her face borne to him, and glowing, wild blue runes had appeared, centered around her forehead.
As they spread around her face, then neck, then shoulders and so on, she spoke again, in that guttural, horrific whisper, mixed with the sound of that hideous snarl, saying, quite clearly "Nein, Sie sind noch ein Schaf. Schmeicheln Sie sich nicht." (Heh... if he would understand that, she said "No, you are one more sheep. Do not flatter yourselves.") she said, her eyes unfocused. It was definately her speaking... there was no second presence within her. From touching her like that, he'd have been able to tell if there was. She was one being.
One being who, holding his arm like this, was crumpling the flesh and bone of it like paper in her hand as the blue runes surged and spread across her skin, throbbing with ancient power. It felt like the combined energies of several mages were at work on this woman all at once, like they had been incanting on her for hours on end, all that power stored in the runes surging across her skin... yet that energy was not diminishing as she burned it: she was simply venting. The horror of what she was had yet to be seen... she was still venting that power as a human entity... but the demon did touch it, for a brief moment, in contact with her as the runes overtook her hands and touched his skin. In her, beneath the surface of that teenager, in chains deep within, was a beast, a monstrosity, not a human, but also not a wolf, yet both at once. It did not belong there... she did not have the means to restrain this part of her, which had, judging by the state she was in, only gained this much strength in her within the last ten hours or so, and was getting stronger and stronger... soon, she'd be free.
This had all happened in a second. Without even letting him react, her eyes flashed once, and she channeled that strength in her to flick her arm, and send him, in his frail human body, hurtling through the air at one of the charred trees nearby. She drew no pleasure from hurting him: she was innocent. She scaracely even recognized that she'd spoken to him at all. Not much conciousness was left in her eyes as she slowly forced herself to stand, the wound in her chest nearly closed, but still bleeding, a golfball sized, deep hole in her flesh. The runes flickered on her, reaching that spot... the pattern was still incomplete, she was still sealed... but thanks to the demon, that hole was slowly shrinking. The chains of pain were rusting away, the soul energy like an acid on them.
"Göttin, nein ..." She pleaded, with herself and her silent goddess, shaking her head and holding it in her hands, writhing in pain on her feet as she almost fell, again and again, but remained standing, staggering. "Sie weiß nicht, was Sie getan haben..." she said, her voice wracked with horror and searing agony. Then... the wound closed, and the runes completed themselves on her, eliciting a shriek from her yet again, and she covered her face, collapsing to the ground and beginning to convulse violently, frothing at the mouth as she did.
The sound of bones cracking began to fill the air.... something was happening to her, though what exactly only the demon-posessed man could know. To the other, it would probably look like her body was rejecting itself, her skin leathering and tehn starting to sprout hair. Beneath the surface, muscles buldged and bones broke and reformed themselves repeatedly, redefining her shape quickly. Her cries carried across the rooftops, hellish and alien, deepening slowly into a pained, sorrowful-sounding cry remeniscient of a wolf's, but... with a kind of human quality that froze the blood and elicited ancient reactions of terror in any man that could hear it. Soon, the girl was no longer there, but a grusome mockery of what she was. It filled out quickly, becoming something more familiar, until, rolling to its stomache, a shewolf, with grey, black, and dark blue fur, blue, glowing runes all over her body, her red hair visible in her mane as streaks of red here and there, longer than the rest of her coat. Standing to two legs, shaking all over, she was nearly twice the size she was before, her burning scarlet eyes with the yellow glow seeming to drain the light from the area and put it out again, yet not re-illumate.
The human girl was drug, screaming, deep into the inner recesses of Samantha Jezabelle's mind. The beast was awake... and returned, alone, after chaining her to he back wall of her mind, eyes open to see a world she was not used to... one full of red... and prey. Yet... the beast was not some demon, or some foreign entity in her... It was her... through a different looking glass, so to speak. Steam rose from the shewolf's body, every inch a good twenty degrees hotter than the air around her from that change... it seemed impossible that the girl from before could turn into something so big... so unnatural. If the demon-man would look hard enough at her, the air around her was slightly... off. The runes exuded a kind of light that seemed almost to change the air's properties even as the blue light bathed her, electricity arcing from rune to rune once every couple of seconds.
