★_★【Mason The Lycanthrope "Noble"】★_★ ✯☠
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Mason yelled with a deep growl as his steps became halted, and breathe lowered. Through the internal pain, the man considered himself, fingers ripping the buttons upon his coat and letting the thing fall to the ground. His pants gave on their own, along with the belt, in which housed his main items. Except for the sword-cane, that seemed to react to his transformation quite vividly. It the shook with great intensity, and flung upwards onto the arm-guard that rested over his growing forearm. The snarls of beast-like quality soon began to take over, and enough that had gone through him for anger to be perceived. Mason punched the walls, his knuckles shattering as they progressed into their hulking size, and as well with his own arms. The pain was numbing, the lycan having fallen victim to the force change of the moon every few weeks. It was then did he realize that in the cover of shadows, he was still able to see, his vision yellowing as his iris' grew accustomed to the change. "Argh!" He managed to force from his lungs, the frigid air attacking his growing organs and producing a lot more energy than normal. The overall transformation took no longer than a couple minutes, but the recovery of such a thing was far more intense.
The sounds had settled finally, until heavy breathing was all that remained. The thundering steps of his clawed feet resonated through the area, and it was then did his eyes catch something along their edge. He looked over, and saw the female from before. He snarled greatly, the brightness of his eyes shining through pitch black alley. It was otherwise insignificant to him, though little did he know that would be the only things she could most likely see. His feet scraped against the flagstones as he suddenly bolted from the alley, and reached for the woman in one fell swoop. He rolled, though surprising for a lycan his size to do, and pinned the red-headed woman to the pavement below her. The droplets of blood that "clouded" his mind returned, the thirst for blood and and meat beckoning him to feed. "You!" His voice managed to call. His palm held down her waist securely, and made sure she was steady in order for her "struggle" It was then however, did he hear the sound of metallic footsteps from his side. "Halt! Wolf" A guard shouted, broadsword in hand. A couple of others stood behind the human, weapons out as well.
As a lycan, Mason took it as a challenge, his mind temporarily focused on the hostile humans instead of the woman who he held down. He stood up straight, at a staggering 8'0", which seemed to intimidate the guards. He watched as they realized it was no ordinary wolf, and what replaced their bravery had been cowardice. The main guard dropped his weapon in shock, a major mistake considering. Mason bared his fangs in a snarl, and with blinding speed, charged for the armored male. A shout of fear and pain was squeezed from the man's lungs, as Mason grabbed him with one strong arm. He lifted the humanoid into the air, before moving forwards with momentum, and slamming him down into the pavement. The others whimpered in fear also, attempting to save their leader and hopefully not die in the process. However, their fight was in vain, for the beast had already planned on taking them down. Mason simply gripped one by the waist, and raised him into his mouth. Razor sharp teeth bit around the neck, and chomped down passed the armor protecting the torso. He tossed the corpse away, and backhanded the next guard into the building across the street. he watched as several more came pouring from the corners, staffs and swords in preparation. The lycan stood once more, this time with a widened base of stance. His chest filled with air, and in one motion, let out a tremendous roar. The sheer volume itself was enough to stop, and push some of the men back initially, though the echo resonating behind it traveled far past. They kept coming, though one by one, they each met their bloody ends. This... was the day Mason had feared for a while.
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