**Lycanthropy - The Hunt**

[Ryuzki Hygaea]

Spyke toss fireballs after fireballs keeping his distance. He jumps back as a gunshot is heard and a bullet hits the beast. Spyke then smirks. "Looks like the calvary has arrived. High atop one of the houses lies Hunter who had fired his sniper rifle. "And they said silver bullet were a waste of money....pfft." Volk had arrive and stands beside Spyke staring at the beast in front of him. "THat...a lychan, a werewolf." Spyke nods. "I figured that much from the fact that it took a fire blast."  

[Fenrir Shade]

The Beast brings its arms up to deflect the blasts, his arms beginning to catch fire, a sickening popping noise coming from the skin around the muscular arms.They were beginning to boil, and fizzle, but before any reaction could be made,severe pain shoots through where the conventional Human Heart would be. Luckily, the Beast's heart shifted to a much more protected location lower and deeper into its body. But the pain was still unimaginable. The bullet managed to pierce straight through its body, and leave a gaping hole in its wake. It cries out in pain, and grips the wound. The muscle and bone around it attempted to mend the wound, but couldn't. Something was preventing the regenerative properties of its cells. This wasn't good. It grabs a dumpster and tosses it at the group on the building, and sprints away faster than any normal person could track.  

[Ryuzki Hygaea]

Spyke slices the dumpster in half with his fire sword and sighs as he burn any trash. "He is getting away." Volk shakes his head. "Sabre is near the entrance to the kingdom...if the beast is heading there then He will face Sabre." Volk then looks at Spyke. "We need to get more information on that creature cause its no ordinary werewolf...something about it is off." Spyke nods. "Agreed...But why do you know some much about it?" "I'm a wolf..Its my business to know about this stuff."  

[Fenrir Shade]

The Beast, bounding down the street like a grey bolt of lightning, was slowing to a crawl. Blood was gushing from its wound, and its energy was draining fast. What was worse, was the sun was coming. It could feel it prickling through its entire being. As the wolf neared the closest entrance to the Kingdom, or in this case exit, it saw another person standing there, blocking its way. It didn't have the energy to face another person, so it turned and leaped onto a building. A quick jump over the wall allowed freedom. This new land was more difficult to find a meal.

Just as the Lycan was giving up, it smelled another person. Another victim. Or rather, hopeful victim. And what was even better was that there was no roof to guard them. It silently leaps atop the walls, perching on a corner and glared menacingly at the woman. Its maw rippled open, long teeth clenched in hunger and anticipation. Dried blood still caked to them from the last meal. A low growl emanates from the Beast's throat.  

[WritingWithLove]

Briar turned slowly as she heard the beast. Her eyes widened, and she backed against the farthest wall and drew her gun.
Could she defeat this thing? Not a chance in hell.
But she wasn't going down without a fight.  

[Fenrir Shade]

The Beast's maw contorted to a sort of grin, and leaped. Its speed was that of a normal wolf now, the injury taking more than its fair tole. It raised its clawed paw mid-flight, prepared to attack. The moon was dipping beneath the horizon faster than expected, so it had to be quick.  

[WritingWithLove]

Briar dodged out of the way, barely missing the Beast's wrath. She had to find a way out, but she was too panicked to focus.  

[Fenrir Shade]

The Beast spun, its massive arms knocking a table over, and crouched to lunge at her again. But just as it was about to leap, the sun's beam peaked over the walls and shined on the beast, the blinding light stunning and burning the flesh off of the Beast. A sickening smell of melting flesh permeated the air. The sound or shattering bones also erupted from the Beast's body, visibly shifting beneath the skin, and muscle shrinking back. Fenrir's heart returned to its rightful place, clearly visible through the gaping hole in his chest.His mouth shrunk back into his skull, arms shrinking into his normal proportions, and his legs breaking again from the typical lupine leg shape to the typical human leg shape.

Fenrir stood in a pile of grey fur, his eyes being the last to change from blood red slits, to his crimson round eyes. Adrenaline still coursed through him, and his metabolic rate was still at the level of the Beast's, so his wound was neither bleeding nor hurting. Just his heart sat there, beating slowly.

His consciousness slowly returned to him, and he realized where he was, that he was right in front of someone he no-doubt has just attempted to kill, and was also naked for added effect. Before she could stop him, he pushes her down and sprints out the door. He would die in the woods and make his way away from civilization while he could keep the fed Beast down during the night.  

[WritingWithLove]

Briar landed on the hard ground and grunted, confused by what she'd just seen. That monster had just turned into someone who looked seemingly normal, and he was hurt on top of that.
She wanted to stay out of this. She really truly did. She had enough issues already; she didn't need to worry about someone else on top of that/ That's one of the reasons she left home; so she didn't have to care or worry.
Still, she could hear her father in her head. What would Pops do? Would he let this magical experience just slip through his fingers? Hell no.
She found herself on her feet, running in the direction of where she'd seen the stranger go. "Hey!" she called, "Stop! Wait!"  

[Fenrir Shade]

Fenrir glances behind him to see the woman following him. "s**t." He quickened his run, reaching the forest. If his powers were available, he'd have hidden in the Shadow Realm. But that option was off the table for several hours. And he only had about ten more minutes before pain overcame him. Then he would most likely die... "Well ********. Damned if I do, damned if I don't." But he kept running. He figured he'd have better chances then. And maybe he wouldn't die staring into the eyes of a near victim of his own uncontrollable affliction. The current plague on his life. He ducked and swerved around as many trees as possible to try and loose her. Break line of sight and hide.  

[WritingWithLove]

It was clear that this guy wanted to be left alone, but all Briar thought was, Tough s**t. He made this my business when he almost killed me.

She continued to trail him, doing the best she could. Running was never her strong suit, so she leaped up onto a tree and hid within the leaves, jumping from branch to branch. Perhaps she could make him think that she was gone.