08-15-2018, 12:08 AM
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ONISION M.F.
[W]iskerONISION M.F.
[div style="background-color:#806A71;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"]He was hungry. God, he was so hungry. Onision knew what he was, though. A vampire, like his mother. He knew that he could only drink blood, normal meat just didn't appease him. It was tasteless, disgusting to him. But he dealt with it, he didn't usually complain.
Until now, that is. Until he couldn't wait anymore.
He was so.. Hungry.
The young child had never harmed anyone before, he didn't intend to. He didn't mean to hurt anyone. But one thing led to another, one nibble leg to his body shifting until he felt bones crack and his small form was no longer.. Small anymore. It was big, hulking, muscular. A brown wolf stood in his place, jaws dripping with blood from an NPC that had been unlucky enough to find their way near Onision during his.. Fit.
A harsh, shaky breath left the unstable wolf, as a feral growl ripped through his throat, powerful jaws ripping through the flesh of his clanmate-turned-prey. His ripped ear twitched, his tainted paws adjusting as he lifted his head, foggy blue eyes searching for his next meal.
Feral, hungry. Onision was so.. Hungry.
Slowly, one step turned into two, and Oni let this new, scary body carry him through the corridors, unable to stop this.. Thing that had taken over him. What's going on? Why was this happening?
//Permission is granted to wound him. Broken bone at the most.
UNLOCKED: Werewolf form - First Kill
Until now, that is. Until he couldn't wait anymore.
He was so.. Hungry.
The young child had never harmed anyone before, he didn't intend to. He didn't mean to hurt anyone. But one thing led to another, one nibble leg to his body shifting until he felt bones crack and his small form was no longer.. Small anymore. It was big, hulking, muscular. A brown wolf stood in his place, jaws dripping with blood from an NPC that had been unlucky enough to find their way near Onision during his.. Fit.
A harsh, shaky breath left the unstable wolf, as a feral growl ripped through his throat, powerful jaws ripping through the flesh of his clanmate-turned-prey. His ripped ear twitched, his tainted paws adjusting as he lifted his head, foggy blue eyes searching for his next meal.
Feral, hungry. Onision was so.. Hungry.
Slowly, one step turned into two, and Oni let this new, scary body carry him through the corridors, unable to stop this.. Thing that had taken over him. What's going on? Why was this happening?
//Permission is granted to wound him. Broken bone at the most.
UNLOCKED: Werewolf form - First Kill