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A man with brown and orangeish hair stumbles through the forst only falling as another spasam goes through his body. This was going to be a bad shift, he can tell that right now. After a minute his tremebling stops and he just lays their as a wave of nausea rolls in his stomach which he tries to ignore and finally gets the nerve to stand up onto to have even more cramps all ober his body as it redesigns itself.

"Fuck." He says a loud through his teeth as he finally gives up and lost the energy and will to stumble around anymore trying to over come the shift and finally vomits. So long for his record of not shifting. 

Shyirin manages to get onto his knees supporting himself with his arm while the other held his stomach and he let out a loud scream as the same process happened again and his human mind started to fade, going through hell and back but slowly losing himself to the wolf desperately trying to hang into a shred of his mind and his human features become less and less human like ever so slowly.

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Suddenly, from a distance, a large roar echoed through the forest, causing wildlife to scatter. It was soon followed by a series of crashes and tree snapping that grew ever louder by the secound.

If anybody was observing, they would see a green object sore through forest's upper regions, hitting and snapping nearly every branch in it's way. The green object had an impressive hang time, as well as an arc, sailing into past the wolf man as he finally descended, a loud thud could be heard, followed by the squawking of surprised birds.

Upon closer inspection of the green object reveled itself to be an orc, a bit dazed, as it's head spun a bit, no doubt seeing goblins dancing circles around his head. He was at present unarmed but armored, one could infer that he lost his weapons as he was catapulted into the air. The orc shook his head of the visions, before standing up, angry as he can be. Sticking his fist into the air, he shouted at the top of his lungs "Dat da bezt ya kan do! I'll showz you whoz da 'ardezt!"

The orc then proceeded to pull a weapon from his hip, an crude metal axe looking weapon with a red outline on it's blade. The orc then proceeded to give a mighty "WAAAGH!" before swinging the axe in circles and charging back the way he came. He seemed to focused on showing somthing that he was the "'ardezt"

Sheshia

The sudden sound of something crashing and whizy past him brought Shyirins ataention else where for a moment. From his eyes location towards the forest floor it seemed asthough it was a giant goblin with weapons. Which made his heart start to pound.

Firstit was his shift and now something was out there in the woods hunting this orc down and he was incapitated with pain. Things just kept getting worse! When the orc began to walk away after swinging his axe in circles hazardly yelling something in a thick accent all the while Shyirin smiles and lughs, "My lrc friend," he says rather weakly and yells as another wave a pain goes thriugh him, "You may have your hands full -" Shyirin throws up again before curling up on his side whispering, "With that thing out there and soon maybe me." He closes his eyes tightly as he oants through the pain and the spasams, "Now.. before you start to head head first into your well... food for a monster fate. I suggest you find a way to help me otherwise youd have to worry about an out of control werewolf biting you." Shyiring looks at his now formed claws looking rather terrified and well.. not happy in general and slightly shaking. "Nobody want that. Trust me." He grits his teth and stops talking while looking at the orc while swearing aloud every ince in awhile.

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The orc had disappeared into the woodwork, but not for long.

Moments later he whizzed past the wolfman, slamming into the nearby tree, once more with goblins dancing around his head.

His weapon was still in his hand, as he was snapped out of his daze this time by the wolfman.

Turning his head at the wolf, he got up, seemingly forgotten about the threat he had been trying to deal with before. He went over and stood over him, a tower of green muscle and bits of scrape metal. Using his axe, he poked the wolfman, seemingly not understanding what the wolfman just said.

Sheshia

Shyirin lets out a growl. This orc really was stupid, he had no idea how to speak orc! Didnt he just speak a bit of common in front of him?! Or was that just what his mind wanted him to hear? Man this was going to be even rougher.

He made a few sighs with his fingers to corilate what he was trying to say, "Help me." He gasps, "and Ill help you woth the monster." He says very slowly glaring at the axe and lowers it to the ground shakly, "Please do not do that." Man either it was his accent that was making the orc confused or just the orcs knowledge of common language or just his mind. Shyirin was not in the mood to play around with another beat running around.

He squeezes the axe tightly as another wave goes thriugh him and he started to look even more like a wolf compared to a moment again and he collapses gasping for air wishing it was all over.

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"Ooooh, scrawny'z growin' mor' fur." the orc said as he yanked his axe upward. "Lookz like you'z need mor' feed-"

The orc didn't get to finish his sentence before he heard a large roar, accompanied by a gust of wind and bad breath.

Turning around, the orc remembered what he was doing a minute ago.


He only had a minute before he was assaulted by a drool like substance, no doubt launched from the breath of the wyvern.

Wiping some of it off his face, he raised his axe and shouted. "Dere you are, ya don' leggin' it ya gi-" *Crunch* was the sound that could be heard, as the wyvern pulled back chewing on the axe's head. Considering the entire weapon was metal, albeit scrap metal, that was pretty darn intimating.

It was that moment that the tiny brain the orc possed told him it was a good idea to use an age old orc and goblin tactic: Leggin' it.

Throwing the what was left of the axe at the wyvern's face, the orc quickly grabbed the wolfman and throwing him over his shoulder, yelling "Time ta leg it! Furry 'umie!" before quickly running full speed in the opposite direction.


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Was he just getting called Scrawny for a reason? Or was it just the orc unintentionally being a tad bit rude. In his terms he wasn't as scrawny as some people he has ran into over the years. To make things worse the wyvern caught up after sending the orc back fly through the air. This or definitely wasn't the brightest when it came to fighting a giant Wyvern.

He yelped when the orc picked him up and started to run away with him. This is going to be interesting even at this time. He seized up again and dug his nails into his hands, "Don't carry me!" He screams as even more intense pain went through is body, "I might bite you!" He was definitely probably going to bite the poor orc eventually but he wondered if they even became werewolves like he did, through a bite- well a mauling to be persice. He got sick again and when it was over he saw the wyvern coming, "On second thought keep running"

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There was no need to tell the orc to keep running, his legs were moving quite fast as is.

There was another roar from behind, followed by what sound like many branches being snapped and crushed. If the wolfman looked back he would observe the wyvern giving chase. But if the wolfman observed closer, he would, in between the bobs and weaves of the wyvern, spot what looked to be the outline of a goblin on top of the beast's tail, seemingly trying to stab the beast while clinging for dear life.

Didn't take long for that to change, as the wyvern flicked it's tail, sending the goblin flying through the air, so high that it disappeared into the tree leaves, screaming like a madman.

The orcs seemed to have noticed this too, but then his attention was then turned to the fact that the wyvern was starting to spit somthing quite toxic at them. He leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the acid like substance. Landing with a grunt, he turned his head forward only to spot the goblin falling from a tree and planting head first into the ground.

"Zoggin' grot!" the orc yelled, as he ran past the goblin's position, he grabbed the goblin by the leg and yanked him along. Bringing it up, it would appear to be Uganada's companion, Zaggit, looking quite high on mushrooms(indicated by both his eyes and the manic giggling).

THe orc just gave a frustrated roar as he started to swing his hand holding the goblin. "Any idea'z furry 'umie?" the orc yelled as he ran.



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Anger flashed through him again, was he just called a furry human? He looks at the goblin, the orc was probably pretty strong but he can only run so far with both of their weight. At this point he has given up on the orc actually listening to him.

"Cave. Find a cave big enough for all three -," He gasps, "of us to fit into." There was no way in hell his wolf was going to be able to take down a wyven. He needed to get control of this shift or else both the orc and goblin would be royally screwed if they did get into a cave, the prime spot for his wolf to attack if there was only darkness and no fire.

By this point his bones were beginning to break and he had fangs forming. "Make sure you run like lightning!" He growls still watching the wyvern, if it did die and he didn't kill his well... interesting new saviors it seemed like, it would make a nice stew if he managed to get it back to his shack. "FUCK!" He screams and starts to bang the orcs back with his fists. This shift was definitely one of those longer ones. After swearing again he hoped the orc or goblin at least understood what e said since at this point he couldn't talk anymore without it sounding like a beast and with even more powerful trembling and shaking his teeth clattered a bit making him bite his touge with the orc running.

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"Alright! Alright! Keep ya pantz on ya furry git!" the orc shouted as the goblin began to scream loudly.

The orc could hear the snapping of the wyvern's mouth snapping behind him, he's eyes darted around for a cave. He didn't see a cave, but he saw something better.

A river

Hurling the goblin into the water first, he hoped into the rapids with the wolf still on his shoulder. He saw bubbles, as he felt the river sweeping around him. Clinging onto the wolfman, he shot his head into the air, sucking in a large amount of air.

Looking back, he saw the wyvern take to the skies with a mighty roar.

Sheshia

So he can speak. Shyirin rolls his eyes. The next time he looks up he sees the wyvern's teeth. Man those teeth looked like daggers!

The next thing he knew he was wet, and in a river. It was a bit chilly to him but as long as that wyvern didn't munch on any of them he was a happy duck.

And Shyirin's heart sank even more as the dreaded wyvern took off, they were sitting ducks now unless the orc manages to get away and hide for a while or something. Even magic would help at this point. Man if he had magic that wyvern would be long gone by now!

The wyvern circles above the trio and he beat's the orc's back again frantically.

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"Wot iz it ya grot!?" Yelled the orc as he started paddling with one hand. "Can't ya see I'z buzy?"

The goblin mean why was bobbing in and out of the water, seemingly grasping for air. The wyvern's large shadow suddenly passed by the party, as the wyvern could be roaring from high above.

But as the roar subsided, what sounded to be water rushing fast could be heard, almost like it was rushing stright off of a cliff...

Sheshia

Shit. Shyirin manages to make a sigh as the sound of falling water got closer. If it was rapids, welll they are surely going to be dead or pretty injured but waterfall would probably kill them if they fall down in it wrong.

No wonder why the giant chicken went a head! It was probably waiting at the bottom of the waterfall waiting for them to wash ashore while struggling even more using his hand to point a head only to give up. His animal insinct told him to swim back the way they came a rather fast also.

If they did manage to survive atleast the orc wont have to worry about a exhausted wolf laying soggy and wet on the ground.

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The wolfman was quickly pushed under the water by the orc. Underwater. the orc could be seen trying to keep himself underwater. A muffled roar was hard above, before a pair of giant claws swooped into the water blinding, trying to grab somthing. Whatever it was, the wyvern missed, and the claws went out of the water.

It was that moment the orc lifted his head out of the water, sucking in air. He felt somthing climb onto his head, it was the goblin, no doubt. The orc began to look around for the wolfman as the wyvern screeched from above.

Sheshia

Finally he can make it to shore and stumble his way out of the water at lesst he thiught to keep his spirits up atleast. But the wyvern just didnt lnow when to give up so he had no choice but to bob a few feet away from the goblin and orc while keeping an eye on the waterfall and thenwyvern and the orcs and goblin at the same time, what a chore that was for sure!

Finally the waterfall arribed and Shyirin smiled and waved at the orc then let the waterfall carry him down, all he wanted was dry land to turn and get this one wild and special kind of hell done with and disappear for a few days. Maybe the wyvern would give up if henor she thought that they were dead.

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""an' on ya mangy git!" yelled the orc as he swam forward, Zaggit cleaning onto his neck.

As the wolfman disappeared off of the cliff, the orc dove after him right off of the cliff as well.

Everything suddenly went into slow motion, least for the orc. The orc wonder if he had accidently swallowed a shroom in that entire process, but he couldn't remember. Either way, the orc dove after the wolfman, with a long way to go down, the orc reached out both his hands to grab the wolfman...

Sheshia

Man this was actually fun! Falling thriugh the air and not having to worry about th wyvern swooping in on him like a hawk and plucking him out of the water like a floppy fish.

He'd be fine with a few more broken bones, his bidy would just fix them when he shifted to wolf and back to human, but he did not know when. He sees the orc falling after him he feels a flash of anger, it was almost like the orc wanted to die! He should know that werewolves healed pretty fast, well faster then normal humans and they were much stronger snd faster, so Shyirin would have been fine.

In the very least he can atleast drag him to shore or something. With a faint smile he grabs the orcs hand and looks at him a bit sad. They probably would have been good friends if the situation wasnt like it was. Shyirin turning and the giant scaled chicken chasing after them for who knows why. The goblin seemed okay to him also even though he was on the orcs neck hanging on frantically for dear life in the river.

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"GOT YA YA GIT!" Yelled the orc through the wind, grabbing the werewolf, and then...

Well, he didn't really think this through all the way. He thought it was fine for him or the gobbo to fall this far, they were both tough enough to survive it, maybe you'd have to push a bone back in, but he didn't know if the furry man would survive. Not that he'd knew what to do with him now.

Just then he heard a screeching from behind, and realized for the third or fourth time that he was being chased by a wyvern.

Then he had a brilliant idea!

Turning around to face the wyvern as it's mouth was about to snap at them, with the furry human held in one armpit and the goblin clinging to his neck, he used his free hand to...

Punch the wyvern in the face!

The wyvern roared in anger, but by then the three were well past the head.

Using his free hand, he grabbed onto on of the wyvern's horns, barely managing to catch it in his hands.

The wyvern took off seeing how it was nearing the bottom, dragging an ork, a wolfman, and a screaming goblin with it as it soared through the skies.

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"Get me to the ground you idiot!" Shyirin yells. The orc probably made things worse, if only he thiught before he acted a bit more then the wyvern wouldnt be angrier and they would not have to worry about it trying to kill all three of them.

The orc just needed to let them reach the bottom of the water and they would have been fine probably. Well Shyirin would have been in wolf form running away if it wasnt for his melding and the orc and goblin would have been on their own. He was barely human looking enough to manage ti say what he said but at this point all he wante to solid ground and to sleep badly.

In bith forms, man they bith were tired to the bone from the swim, shock and well everything! If it came to it he would try to talk to wyvern into letting him off and go on and have a fun time with the orc and goblin since he was just a bystander at frist and was dragged into it by accident. If it undertsood common that was.

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"WOT!" yelled the ork. "GIT "EM OFF DA GROUND!? GUD IDEA!"

The orc was just improvising on what he heard, he barely heard what the wolfman said.

The orc brought his leg up and started to kick the wyvern, causing the wyvern to roar even angrier. It started to shake itself, which meant the orc was shaking with it.

The goblin was the first to let go because of force, the orc's hand holding the wolfman slipped, causing both the goblin and the wolfman to be falling past the wyvern as the orc clung on for dear life.

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