Howl to the Moon

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Yaaoi remained hanging over the ledge, eyes narrowed and nose working on overtime as she shifted. Her blue eyes enlarged in her excitement as she regained the grip on herself, her ears shifting to a more pointier display. She sighed as she began too feel a chill curl up along her spine. She shivered as she bristled slightly, lifting into a more readied stance as she scanned the shadows with an obvious curiousity.

"What could it be?" She hissed between her teeth, trying to decipher where this feeling was coming from.

She glanced to Waelin, relieved to know that she wasn't going insane and excited as the prospect of a fight presented itself in a fleeting manner. Perhaps she'd be able to release some energy.. But maybe it was nothing and just somehting going on down there. She sniffed the air but whatever was going on was undetectable to her.

[hmm..]

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Waelin shuffled a bit closer to Yaaoi, eyes narrowed sharply. His pupils had slitted and widened, enabling him to see in a sight Yaaoi, and just about every other being, would never witness. There was something there...and it was getting closer...

"Yaaoi..." He hissed softly, gently taking her shoulder and attempting to pull her away from the edge. "You should get back."
He knew what it was. Or, had a good idea at least.
His nose quivered, picking up a putrid stench.
Urban serpent...

From an ajacent alley, a strange creature slithered into view. It's long, slick body was a sickly purple-brown, with huge eyes that were filmed over, like a dead fish's. Two scrawny legs near the front of it's body pulled it foward, leaving a trail of slim and thicker things behind.
It's mouth peeled open, revealing rows of sharp, translucent teeth.
Waelin knew them to be poisonous.

The creature froze upon spotting the two on the roof, clear eyelids flicking across it's dead eyes. A low hiss rumbled forth, a brownish-orange tongue, thick and fleshy, flickering out.
All together, the creature was about ten feet long.

"We have to leave...now..." Waelin whispered, eyes trained on the creature slowly creeping toward the building on which they were perched.

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Yaaoi's nose twitched at the horrid smell, pungent and stinging her sensitive nose. The creature that seemed to be the source of such disgust had crawled from a nearby alley, leaving a thick goop in it's wake. As it's jowls crumbled inwards to leaving a horrendous gaping whole filled with transulent teeth. She growled as she watched it's fleshy tongue flicked from the jagged gape in it's mouth.

"And leave that... thing here? In the village?" She said, her voice rising a pitch with incredulous excitement.

Her blue eyes enlarged two sizes in her face and she could not control the defying urge in her gums, teeth melting to small fangs as her claws extended. Now it was easy to see why her black, slipper like shoes were open toed - her toe-claws jutted from the opening. Yaaoi's senses sprung to life as her body tensed and so did her right hand, it twitching as it travelled to her left hip, fingers gripping the hilt as she stared at the hideous creature below. Such a horrible thing shouldn't be allowed to wander the alleys of a village.

But Yaaoi's job was not rescuing villages from tormenting beings. Her job was to sate herself and no one else. The blood rush in her veins spoke of the heightening excitement, escalating as she leaned back from the ledge, but having full sight of that creature.

"Waelin... It has to die," she said in an awkward way, her fangs slightly getting in the way of proper speech.

A tingling sensation travelled along her spine, prickling against her skin as her demonic blood ran rampant, accelerating harshly as it pounded in her veins. Her body was absolutely ready to shift, but she didn't know if this was an approriate time to do so.

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Waelin winced lightly at her words, glancing over at her and immediately noting the changes. However, instead of being apalled or frightened, he was intrigued. He took in all the new changes eagerly, and could feel the thrumming energy buidling up within her. It vibrated out of her, down his arm, and poked at the beast within him as well.
Odd...nobody had ever done that before...

For safety, Waelin removed his slender hand from her shoulder, and glanced down at the creature that was now almost directly below them.
"Ok...but...Yaaoi, it is much harder to kill than you think." He whispered, worry evident. He had to warn her about the thing below them, it's stench nearly unbarable now that it was so close to them.
She probably had never seen a serpent such as that...thing before in her life.
"It's fangs are poisonous, and so is it's skin, flesh, and blood. Sometimes, if you cut it into piecies, it'll form into new ones. And it's flesh is really gelatinous, so it's hard to do damage and it can heal very quickly."
He whispered hurridly as the sickly being clawed pathetically at the wall. A puddle of blackish-purple goo was oozing from beneath it, the acrid stench making Waelin's eyes water.

This was going to be a messy battle...
But he wasn't going to leave Yaaoi to fight alone.

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Like poison itself ran her spirit, flowing inside her as she held her clawed hand upon the sword's hilt, eyes two times larger than normal, pupils simply pinpoints, engulfed by the ferocious oceanic blue. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, the habit unregistered as her spine crunched loudly as the bones began to shift without her will. It was harder to stop than it should have been. But her once human ears were 6 inches long, shaped as an elf's would be. Her excitement continued to swell as she looked to the sky eagerly.

"It's about time I've been in a fight where I might lose my life. It's about time I've acquainted myself with the Gods again," she spoke in an eerie, feral voice as she glanced to Waelin.

She could feel the shifting of her bones, and it wasn't supposed to happen. No, this was rare. It only happened if she surpressed her nature for far too long. And she knew that in this fight she'd probably not be able to hold it inside for long. It made her grin languidly, tilted upon her lips as her eyes were narrowed upon the serpant below. It made her blood boil, her skin crawl. This creature was a thing from the bowels of hell - grotesque and not a creature worth life.

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He could feel it...the raw energy pulsing off of her. The need to kill...the blood lust...washed off of her as nearly tangible waves. It stirred the magick within him, pulled on the most feral parts of him, and caused a gasp to escape.
She truly was dangerous.

Waelin gulped, supressing the magick that was beginning to rise within him. The slimy creature was still clawing at the wall, but was not getting any closer.
He had to make a choice.
Fight as one of his other forms, or even this form.
Or, summon a dragon to fight.

Waelin frowned slightly, but then let the magick that was reaching a boiling point within him breech through. He was washed in magick, and shifted to his third, and most beastly form. He was now a gargoyle, as though one of those gothic-style statues had come to life. His skin was a stoney grey, and rough to the touch. Muscles rippled beneath it as it crouched on four clawed paw-like hands. Two huge, feathered wings of the same color flared out behind him, a long tail thrashing vaguely.
His eyes remained blue though, focused now on the beast below.

With a snarl and a flash of huge teeth, Waelin launched from the roof and landed behind the grotesque creature. The serpent slid wetly down the wall and turned to face Waelin, abnormally large jaws agape.
The gargoyle Waelin snarled viciously, lip rippling up to bare his fangs again.
Come this way...give Yaaoi an opening...
Come this way...

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Yaaoi considered everything Waelin had told her of that beast being poison. She could not simply slash with her claws or sword. It was time to call upon the Gods of her species, of her homeland. They were to favor her this time around. They were to offer her their power to her fists her and sword. She would bless her sword with enchantments and magic, sing her prayers in a string of jibberish words that held not much of anything.

Withdrawing her sword from the sheath at her left hip, tilting back her head to gaze intently as the sky. She held the sword out in front of her, chanting something as her blood flowed and her bones crunch and twisted in her body as with each moment her appearance turned more feral. Her ears turned wolf and her fangs protruded from beneath her lips as something changed.. She appeared more wild, more hunting like as her body changed but halted before the final steps.

Pushing herself from the building at the sight of the opening she brought down her sword as ice froze along the blade, sharp spikes forming along the blade as she slashed downwards at the beast. A chilly wind in funnel form spun towards that disgusting creature as ice splinters and blades caught within it's spinning tendrils as it focused upon the beasts body.

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The strange creature twisted it's head around almost completely in order to stare up at Yaaoi as she lunged for it's wet body. Those dead fish eyes rolled around limply, slimy mouth gaping. At the last minute, before the icy attack hit it's vulnerable body, a heavy lump of poisonous goo shot from it's mouth, aimed directly at Yaaoi. At such a close range, the huge gelatinous lump was very unlikely to miss.

Waelin snarled and lunged while the creature was distracted, backhanding the creature sharply. There was a loud crack as it's spine broke, but Waelin knew that wouldn't be enough.
The creature's head lolled back around, and struck out, attempting to sink venomous fangs into Waelin's flesh. It's teeth met with Waelin's tough skin and could not break through.
Waelin took no chances though, jerking back and bashing his huge fist into the creature again, a splattering of slime smearing across his flesh.

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Yaaoi had already comprehended the fact that creating a barrier would not be useful - the venomous slime was mere inches from her now. She barred her face from the discreetment, letting it rain upon her in all it's unholiness. She would not give up, and so she sheathed her sword and resorted to the most reliable of weapons. Fang and claw.

Damn the poison. She'd live - anger and revenge could be far more powerful then death's silent and uncunning grasp. She moved fluidly, landing beside the beast as her claws were extended, like sword protruding from her fingertips. Her arms thrust outwards, slashing at the beast. She retreated for a few moments, rapidly discarding her clothes from her body as her bones continued to crunch and a tingling sensation crawled along her skin. A dark brown pelt prickled along her body, slightly ahead of her body movements. Soon her clothes and sword and shoes were lain across the ground.

She appeared as a dark furred beast, slight woman attributes could be seen along her body, but she was massive from shoulders, although her height had not changed. Muscle rippled beneath the thick, coarse pelt she bore as fangs peeked from the black wolf lips she now bore.

The blue of eyes had swallowed the pupils as she converged, stalking forward like a human would. Her claws rapidly slashed at the serpant, the anger burning over her as she ignored the venom affects, whatever they were. She hoped her immune system was powerful enough to ward off most of the poison. But she tore with fang and claw, her pads glowing as ice spikes protruded from her paw-hands. Thrusts, stabs, and slashes commenced upon this beast.

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Waelin didn't have time to forwarn Yaaoi to stop, for she was slashing at the beast in a fury. The grotesque serpent let out a hideous scream as it was slashed at, it's flesh jiggling in a most unnatural way as it was attacked.
Thick black blood splurted from the wounds, coating Yaaoi's hands and arms as she slashed. The ice began to steam and melt as soon as the acidicly poisonous stuff made contact. The acrid stench of burning fur soon followed as the potent blood made it's way toward Yaaoi's flesh.

And the slashes were already healing, the gelatinous flesh simply fusing back together. Waelin snarled and swatted the creature's head, trapping it beneath his huge forepaw and crushing it. Blood and thicker things sprayed out around Waelin's paw like hand, which he quickly withdrew and began furiously whiping on the ground before the acidic tendancies of the blood could eat through his tough skin.

Head reduced to much or no, the serpent continued to thrash about, it's ruined skull trying to rebuild itself. It's heavy, wet tail whiped around, trying to take either or both of them out if possible.
The creature was obviously not natural.

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The burning of both fur and flesh made her blue eyes flicker to the sky as she slowly lowered into a kneeling position, eyes burning like hell itself. Rash - yes. But determination was her one of her best traits and to let it go to waste in such a situation would be a sin! Her lips moved furiously as she reached upwards with a pawish hand, claws flicked upwards as from the sky was drawn forth a transparent, spiraling shadow that flowed to her upward-pointed claws. She grinned as her flesh strengthened, repairing itself desperatly. It more or less slowed but she knew that this only lasted temporarily. The Gods above held mercy, but even they were not that merciless. And she'd feel the after effects as soon as this fight was over.

"Damn you, Worm!" She howled from a mouth that held no purpose for speaking, coming out in malformed speech.

She thrust a hand-paw at the ground, a dent where her palm had landed as staffs of fire shifted upwards, their fiesty tendrils reaching upwards to the sky as it tangled itself around the 'worm'. She wanted to insinerate the bloody bastard - make sure no peace of him was left to speak of! The flames soared, arching as it ambushed her victim.

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Waelin jumped back in surprise as the flames arced toward the slimy wyrm creature. He didn't know what would happen once that fire hit the creature's flesh...
But he had a feeling it wouldn't be good.

The creature hissed and screamed like a banshee with a partially formed mouth as it was engulfed, writhing and thrashing violently. It's heavy tail crushed the far wall with no effort at all, it's slimy flesh bubbling and steaming. Acrid fumes began to rise from it, choking the air with it's poisonous stench.

Waelin snarled, moving back further as the deadly smog came toward him and Yaaoi.
He had warned her the creature would be hard to kill...
This was proof enough.

The wyrm serpent, still aflame, began to drag itself furiously toward Yaaoi, one dead fish eye popping in a flow of white goo that immediately began to sizzle even as the eye tried to heal itself. It's fanged mouth opened wide, unnaturally wide, and it spat it's deadly poisonous sludge at her yet again. However, the ball caught fire and blasted out of it's mouth, blowing the top of it's head off as the fire ball hurtled toward Yaaoi.
And, even after that devestating wound, the creature continued to move and scream and thrash, a fountain of black blood spewing from the hole in it's head, which caught flame and added to the smog settling in the alley.

Waelin began to shift back to his humanoid form, reaching for his flute as soon as he was able. He was going to have to summon a dragon for this...
But which one...?

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Yaaoi discovered this and gave a maniacal laugh. Both frustrated and finding this was awkwardly humorous. She hadn't fought anything this undying since she was 21. That was quite a few years ago, when she was still apart of her home, when she was a warrior. When she fought battles for her species, and when they flourished.

A disc of ice manifested on her paw, shielding herself from the fire ball, even though it burned through she waved a furred arm, a temporary barrier appearing. She withdrew the staffs of fire and held stiff to where she was, calling on the winds. They whirled and blew away the smog as she began to think of the elements. She wondered about lightning, as it shot from the sky, and at the beast. But inside her eyes it was easy to see how curious she was. She was learning, and that was the thing. She was learning what happened when this beast made contact with the Gods powers. Perhaps that was why she sat there, rather calmly.

[eh, not a very good post. my muse is running away again -tries to catch it-]

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( *Hands you a muse catching net* Good luck!)

The serpent continued to haul it's boil-covered body toward Yaaoi, the ugly blisters popping in a rush of yellow liquid that oozed down it's burnt sides. It's head was already repairing, the ruined eye filling back out and becoming whole again. And then the lightning crashed down from the heavens, and struck the beast directly in the middle, blowing a huge chunk out of it's side and nearly slicing it in half.
The creature screamed, flopping onto it's side as wet, vulnerable innards splashed out onto the ground.

And then the hole began to close in on itself, the tail end pinching itself from the head end. Then that tail end was writhing, a new head growing, and two legs as well. Soon, there were two new, full grown wyrms, both hissing angrily and thrashing about.
One continued it's drag toward Yaaoi, while the other focused on Waelin.

Well, now was as good a time as any.
Waelin put the flute to his lips and began to play, keeping a wary eye on the creature wetly dragging itself toward him. He played the song of the dragon he knew best, and hoped the great beast was close enough to respond in time.

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Yaaoi slowly pushed herself into a stand, her oceanic wide-eyed gaze settled upon the grotesque beast. Her wolf lifted to the sky, a bellowing howl sifted from her muzzle. It was a tuneless bray, resembling a wolf howl but quite distinct. Her handpaws slammed together fiercly. Her hands dropped and from her claws a nearly transparent blue film materialized. Surging at the wall, thrusting her body upwards as she twisted in mid jump, the blue film extending from her claws as she twisted in the air and landed safely upon the otherside of the 'worm' that had been attacking her. She let it form a bubble around it, a barrier to keep it inside. Now, what would get rid of that creature? She didn't know, so she used her own skill.

Within the orb she made, the air began to snap, fire bursting to insinerate as the orb was flushed with nothing but fire. She could feel the opposing heat, making her wince as she hoped this would work. She hoped this would keep it's hideous being inside... and she'd insinerate the damned fucker. She was dertimed to kill it. To get rid of it.

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The grotesque creature smacked into the barrier now formed around it, hissing irritably as it began to haul itself around to face her. It's dead fish-eyes could not properly see the barrier, and so it pushed against it, unable to determine why it could not get closer to its prey.
And then suddenly the air within the bubble seemingly spontaniously combusted, engulfing the creature in flames. The beast screamed in a most ungodly way, writhing in agony as the flames licked at its flesh, every breath pulling the fire into its lungs. It continued to writhe and thrash against the walls of the bubble, long after any normal creature would be dead and burnt.
It just kept moving, even as large sloughs of skin peeled off, dark blood oozing and creating blue-white flames to burst from it.

Waelin's enchanting song continued, even as he had to step back to keep away from his own wyrm problem. Finally, he lowered the flute and looked hopefully up at the sky. Within moments a white shape began to come into view, and Waelin let out a sigh of relief.
Daughter of the Clouds had heard him...

The dragon that came gracefully toward them was pure white, scales sparkling in the sun. Whispy clouds trailed out behind her, her eyes currently a sky blue to match the weather around them. Her long, serpentine body hovered over them, no legs visable along her smooth body.
Without missing a beat, Daughter of the Clouds began to summon her power, the sky clouding over almost immediately. Thunder rumbled as the sky grew dark, her eyes growing ominous and cloudy to match. The slimy wyrm creature stared up at her with a hiss, sharp teeth bared.
Waelin dashed over to Yaaoi and took her arm, staring rather fixedly into her eyes. "We need to move, now." And then he was tugging, pulling her away from the scene with much more strength than his slender body should be able to hold. "Come on!"

The clouds were beginning to spiral down toward the alley, engulfing Daughter of the Clouds and soon the two wyrms too. The vortex of clouds twisted and spun, very closely resembling the funnel of a tornado.
No wonder Waelin wanted to get Yaaoi away... The clouds were spinning faster!

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Yaaoi allowed him to drag her only a few feet. Her clothes and her sword was too sacred to her to allow to be blown away by a scaled, flying worm. She wrenched herself from Waelin and thrust herself forward, ignoring the swirl of the wind. She bounded past, gathering her belongings and glaring up at the worm in the sky. Yaaoi was tempted to shake a fist at her but decided against it. Wasting too much time would be disastrous.

The wolf moved herself back along side of Waelin, nearly in laughing hysterics. But then again, it was quite funny, this situation, right? As soon as she stopped moving she'd know she'd be torn with pain and the power of the gods would be placed up there once again. And, of course, she could make an antidote in such time. Or, if she wanted too.. beg the gods to heal her body.

[crappy.. i know x.x]