Those brutish hands dragged with bitter nails across his clothed chest as his flesh burned like the on set of a deathly fever, indeed this pain was not new to him… yet its burning bite never seem to dual. As those eyes of green shifted to the era sun setting heavens above he new true why this eve his flesh burned with a fiery like bite, for this night the Sun’s great kingdom falls to the warring hand of the envies Moon… bring it to sit full and bright upon its throne above. His eyes closed as if trying to awake from this never ending nightmare that plagues him with the ruthlessness of the wolf… as ironic as that is. His foots steps grow heavy and dreaded as if counting down the dwindling and fleeting time that he had till the night was upon him, so forth they found stability as they lead him to a deep clearing in the swampy forest he found himself. Without thought his well worn hands got about there over well know duty, as cloth and armor showered to the soft tainted ground piece by piece. As bare flesh meets cold nipping air that lingers there in the swap like a bad memory, half of the sores of his pain shown bright in the dieing hue of the Sun. For as he stood there in no more then a pair of well worn linen cloth pants his bare flesh shimmered with the etched markings of Silver Ruins… at first they seem no more then odd tattoos. With a good eyes one could see that they all seem to connected with a scripted Ruin writing they trailed of each as well as seemed all to care the same meaning or intent, there was three main tattoos in all… two where a pair, one was a triplet… and then the main one on his back. The one upon his back shimmered brightly as the light of the dieing sun fade into nothingness as star light came out first to play upon the silver hue. The tattoo that rest upon his powerful lean back looked to be as if a Crescent Moon from behind it a Cross rose up from the seemly ashes of nothingness… the cross fired down through the moon and was cross with another bar that fired through the horizontal of the moon. Along the two cross bars sat the odd Ruin Scripted it traced down and out toward his shoulders where it meet the second major tattoo, upon each shoulder sat a small Crescent Moon. From these too, two more trails found suit one trailing down to each wrist and the other one down along his collar bone. At the end of them all sat the finely major tattoos, one on each wrist and one upon his chest between his collar bones and breast bone. They looked to be as if silver Key Holes surround by the Ruins. The truth of the mater was they all did work as one, toward one goal and toward one reason… all this adding up to the control of the sleeping beast with in. His hands became to tremble as he pulled a vial from his bag and poured it out in a circle shape, it to shimmered with the silver hue… yet it seem to glow with its own light. Stepping inside he sat down as his eyes rose toward the heavens in a forlorn and dreaded stare, he awaited what he knew was to come… when the moon sat high and full the beasts eye would awake and he would be lost to the night and the beast hunger.

Adriell had been walking along the marshes board out of her mind. She was in a swamp light lynx form and was picking her way through the sloshie foliage in a cute cat like manner. After some time she found SOME solid ground and Morphed back to mortal form. Her fur sinking into skin and her hair lenghtening and turning black as the night sky deprived of all light. Her eyes turned back from green tinted to ice white iris's with black rims and plae gray pupils. Her skin decortated with small tribals that spotted most of her form. Her only clothing was the dancers dress she still had, it was the only clothing she had been able to morph in. Her long ebony hair fell around her lower back and held beads and feathers strewn amongst it. Her lightly tanned porcelin skin seemed to glimmer in the color of night, Her bare feet touching to the ground as she morphed her bones and joints snapping and crackling. When she was finished she stood as the last of the short stuby tail sucked into her spine. Her naturally ebony nails ran through her blackened hair and the black opals upon her wrists glittered as if to call out they were there.

Thats when she felt the utter distress of another. It was odd...She felt the precence of a wolf...yet...also a Man. She turned and walking lightly and slowly she pressed through the undergrowth and came upon the man and him performing a strange ritual. Her poured something from a vial around in a circle then stepped within its boundries. She crouched down some curious as to see what he was doing as he sat down and looked unto the heavens. She blinked and waited...watching while keeping her wits about her and her surroundings.

The world stood still… as if it stop spinning in some omnificent way holding its breath in fear and odd of what was to come… what was to awaken to an unheard call of the Moon. His sat carved like a mountain side so ruff and rugged, his muscles cut deep into his flesh flexing and ripping with the slights tease of his formidable bone structure. The silver markings sat like meandering crystal streams that cut along the deep fissure that defined his muscles about his form. As if like a shattering pane of glass that would draw ones attention in a blink his head turns with the sound of a few heavy sniffs, his lungs ebbing with there great vast intake. His eyes and faces sat as if lost in this world… lost to time, spaces and self… the pain had grown great and indeed he was lost upon its shores. Yet his primitive side still sat strong, no amount of pain could brakes its foresight as his lips broke with the sound of a few uttered worlds. “ Leaveeeee... nowwww…. Itssss…. All most here… NO” The world explode in the loom of a pale light as it fires over the world bellow it, the higher it grow the far its light is cast. Upon his last word his body goes to stiff and hard like the linger touch of deaths mark… his lips sat part in a scream that could break a pure heart, yet it found no sound to be heard. His fist curl tight digging deep into the flesh of his palms, drawing blood with the bite of there edge… his body falls twisting in pain. His blood hands claw at his chest in vain to scrap away the markings that stained his flesh… only leaving the red hue of his own blood as it dripped from his hands. His chest grew heavy with a deep beastly breath that draw in hard and blow out even harder from between clinched teeth. He convulses upon the soil as his body seem to break to a wile unseen or heard as its own form bends to that wile. Harsh popping rings out roughly as its traces along side the sound of cracking and crushing bones… his utter bone structure changing before the worlds eyes. His muscles to take on an altered life of there own as they boiled and flexed with in them self’s... as blood rush over and through blowing them up three times there sizes. Ever part of his grows in a beastly manor… his elongated fingers adoring three inch claws, his mouthy filling with rows of razor like teeth as it turn to muzzles. He no longer looked full man nor did his body stands as all beast he was a cursed breed between. His long now hairy arms slam to the ground as he push him self up to a height of seven foot, all muscles and pure feral beast… his jaw snapped at the air as the finely few bones pop into places.

Adriell steped back as he turned to her so viciously and hollered out his words before falling to the ground in convulsions. She watched the slow process of his change as it tore at his beings and refixed to another form. She watched as the man stood and snarling snapping. She realized then what she was looking at. Her eyes stray to the moon for but a second to check its girth and indeed it was fully round. She then snapped her eyes back to stare at him. She backed up a step feeling as if another chase was about to come upon her. And she had just escaped the Dellenere hounds of hell. She shivered realizing she should shift to a larger form... Or smaller form anything that would escape the rage of the WereWolf that stood before her. She shivered some and felt her bodies skin shift in patches...snake skin in some areas, fur, leathery skin, and then back. She looked like a texture assembliage for a few moments before she gained control of her bodies morphing ablities. She took another step back and felt a hard thump of her heart against her chest. -Run- Was all her heart called.

But she didn;t move from the spot her eyes locked to the werewolves...

How his body did ripple like the sea with each deep breath that his massive lungs do take, his powerful chest ebbing with each and every intake of his lungs through his snout. His body rest hunched over as if his spin could hardly hold up the mass that was his upper body now, one hand reaching down pushing back up like some great pillar of and structure. The jaw that lest open was traced out by a long tongue that fell ever inch of every razor tooth that line his maw… leavening a trail of blood from nicks they cause upon it. Like hell fire role into a liquid iron glob and slammed into his skull his eyes loom out form the darkness of his form flicking with a animalistic flare, they flash bright as his nose picks up a scent with the tasted of dinner upon it. Within a blink he turns sharply staring down the one that hid not to far away, his lips peel back as the moons light dances upon those killing daggers. With in that grimes a bellow like the screams of hell and all its evil rings out from deep with in him upon a hallow that could make a flames blood run cold with fear. Lowering to all fours he gallops at her, his body going at full forces… there was little hope for her now if she ran. Yet his form slammed hard into the air like being thrown like no more then a rage doll open the wall, his own hand work before his change had sealed him with in the circle of silver… his claws lashed out sending spars of blue light of and back at him. His growling grew like a caged tiger eyes as they lock on you from behind the bars. He stares at her lashing out and snapping at the unseen forces that held him back.

Adriell was about to dart for it she seen the large beast coming when all of a sudden he was thrown back to the earth. She blinked her large white eyes growing more suttle as the moments passed. No longer fearing the wolf man now that he was locked in a cage. She stood and walked lightly towards him. Stopping 10 feet from the cage. As he growled at her she growled back only her growl was a deepened hissing screech like a cats. She then paced back and forth before the cage trying to figure out what to do with him. Let him out morph bird fly away let him slaughter...Or...Watch over him till morning comes to insure he harms none. Her mind played tricks on her and she felt a slgiht dizziness. Suddenly she fell back and hit the ground seeming almost dead cept for the slight raising of her chest.

<Flash Back>
She was running from something...Something big...A large creature like none she had seen in Imythess...Yet. Its jaw's opened and the bottom jaw split in half reaching for her and attempting to snatch her from the earth, and pluck her very life with one snapp of those ginormous teeth. Saliva of acid burned the ground and she was loosing a race she had never intended on entering. She lept over a log at the last moment though and felt her form shift. Bones snapped and crackled and replaced so quickly that she didn't but stumble why still running. She had taken the form of a human like wolf a black one with silver eyes...It was her alright. She shivered thinking she was close to doom. When suddenly as the last of her changes formed she broke free of the race and left the massive beast behind... Howling her triumph to the sky as she returned to a safe den small enough to keep That creature out....
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Adriell's eyes snapped open and her head pounded in pain she sat up remembering her surroundings and felt it a bad move instantly after wards. She wavered for a moment before her eyes finally focused. She turned to look at the Were Wolf still in the cage. It was a pitty to her she wanted to let him free... Yet he would attack her. She also felt odded by the fact that she had morphed a form much like his only more wolfen and more ancient. She growled slightly again and stood ever slowly. She then let her mind slip free of all other things and dulled the migrain as best she could then shutting her eyes a quick change appealed to her form. Her jaw bones stretched and snapped out her nose turned black and squishy to the touch. Fur sprouted across her hole form, her dress morphed away and a tail shot out her spine. Her ears tip toed up the sides of her head and when she was done her legs had also changed and so had her arms. She threw her head back and howled unto the heavens and then turned to stare back at the man in the cage her silver eyes filled with a wisdom he might have urned for when he woke in mortal form at dawn.