Woken Tox
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- Posted: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 04:37:20 +0000
_-| Isaac Hawthorne |-_
The reason you fear the dark, or the light that illuminates it?
As Isaac stepped out into the front of the church, he squinted his eyes and glared upward as a grey cloud slithered across the sky, making way for the silver, glowing, spherical master that hung in the sky and hazed down on Isaac. The look of hate in the detective's eyes as he stared the b*****d down could have been compared to the venomous gaze of the devil himself forced towards holy ground... though it was more like being dragged into Hell itself.
Isaac could feel it beginning. He'd turned more times than he could count and it would be a quick transformation for him unless he fought it back, which was ineffective and wouldn't last. Isaac had learned a few techniques over a human lifetime to give him a last moment edge under the full moon. He looked around and sank back into the church, the doors closed as he backed into the hallowed building. No one could see him turn.
He, however, was slave to no one or anything. He would remain as defiant as possible so long as his mind kept even a slight grip over himself. He swallowed and his eyes rolled back as he felt a shocking feeling shoot up his spine and back down again, causing him to groan and stiffen, but he retained composure. He reached behind him and from a pouch on his belt, he pulled a few items.
The first, in his pocket, was Sparks. He cocked his arm back and flung it out a nearby window into the alley. He would find it later. He couldn't risk it falling into the hands of the church, especially if they were in league with those responsible for the knight commander's disappearance. The second was the morphine given to him by Cynthia. He readied the syringe and shoved it into his arm. It wasn't for the pain, nor the feeling it gave him, though hopefully it would hinder the wolf's activity. If the police found him naked in the streets, yet again, they would find traces of the drug on him and it would be his cover. Third was a small knife. He'd planned on having Wink put him down before he turned, but this was not how he'd planned.
The blade of the knife was edged in silver. He kept it near the full moon as a contingency. He drew in a breath and pressed the blade to his forearm and he dragged it down, nearly to mid wrist, until he lost grip. The knife fell to the ground and he fell to his hands and knees with it. The cut he'd carved into himself was slight, but the silver still had effect, even if just a little. It was like poison to werewolves, even a strong werewolf like Isaac would fall sick with the right wound.
He watched as the bones in his hands shifted, popped out of place and extended and reconnected. Claws shot out of his fingers and they gripped cleanly into the wooden floor below. His mouth hung agape and his eyes strained as they clinched tightly shut, he shivered, as if he should have been screaming in unimaginable agony, yet no sound emitted from him.
His clothing began to tear and fall from his limbs, his flesh expanded and tore as silver fur began to sprout from almost every inch of his body. He could no longer hold in his pain as he steadily released a howl of seething pain, of unbearable torment. The horrific sound echoed through the church, steadily lowering in pitch, as if unwinding the string of an instrument while dropping it in tune. He groaned a bit, holding onto himself as desperately as he could, until his eyes shot open and a devious grin spread over his face while his teeth sharpened and his face began to elongate. His groans almost became rhythmic, as if he were laughing.
Suddenly, however, he went silent as his senses sharpened. That smell again. Dread filled him as he came to a realization. A female. A female of his kind. "Oh, no...", He said, and a final scream shot out of him and quickly found itself replaced with primal groans, growls and roars. He fell to the floor and writhed for a moment before the large, silver animal came to a pause.
Isaac Hawthorne was no more...
The air stood still. There was silence. The beautiful, terrible creature as pale a silver as the moon itself pulled itself onto its clawed, pawlike hands and finally, it let out a breath. A cloud bellowed out of its mouth with the hoy air from it's lungs meeting the cold air of an approaching winter's night. The scent filled it's nostrils. The scent of it's kind. A female. A companion. A potential mate. The white wolf growled and hauled itself up before leaping onto the drapes that decorated the walls of the building. It climbed up with unnatural haste, a silver blur to human eyes, until it reached the support beams above, which it navigated expertly until crashing up through the relatively weak ceiling.
It pulled itself onto the roof and looked out over the city, homing in on the direction the scent came from. A trail. There was a trail. Not that it needed it. A howl, faint, but clear all at once, sounded from not so far away. The wolf now had direction. It stood up on it's hind legs and extended it's arms out to it's sides as it returned a howl into the sky, towards its large, glowing master in the sky.
The hunt was on...
The wolf leaped down to the ground and took off as soon as it made contact, swiftly weaving through the alleys and back streets as he followed the scent, which lead it in the direction of the howl. There was no time for hunting, for prey, this was evident as the beast ignored every human that could have been a potential meal.
It clawed it's way up a wall, kicked across to an adjacent wall and back again until it was once more on the rooftops. This was a much clearer method of travel. As it sprinted on all fours towards it's target, it collapsed and fell forward onto it's shoulder, rolling forward and coming to a sliding stop. It whined a bit, looking down at it's bleeding leg. A small numbness began to creep over it and it's eyes fluttered, but with a defiant growl it lifted itself up and started off again, taking a moment regain it's speed.
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'Howl, so that the angels can hear you. Yeah, catch me if you can...'