RP:Bad Moon Rising
Snow Covered Path
Chakor looks the the dark sky to see the silvery orb hanging high above. It was that time again. The elf could feel it, his blood was on fire. He knew the change was coming. As a lingering cloud cleared the moon, it started. He lurched forward, doubled over in pain, his arms started to grow longer, fingers more slender and claw-like. As his head snaps violently side to side his features transform to that of The Beast. After a few agonizing moments the change is complete. He lets out a blood curdling howl as he sniffs the air. Quickly he picks up the scent of a human nearby. Letting out a low growl he begins to hunt his prey.
Krice ventured through Frostmaw from the west, clad in simple black attire that surely did not protect him from the harsh elements. Despite that, he bore no sign of the chill; his skin tone even, his body relaxed and loose, his core temperature remaining up - keeping him warm. He heard the howl of the wolf - must have, given how prominent it was - but he didn't seem worried at all. Rather, as the howl got swallowed by the winds of Frostmaw, the silver-haired warrior continued to walk southward, toward Frostmaw Village proper, apparently unaware of his pursuer.
Down Hill
Chakor snarls as he follows the humans scent. His beast brain consumed with the thought of consumption. As he runs forward a bit more he notices a silver hair warrior. Judging by the way he carried himself he had been weathered many battles. This would be no easy prey for the were. Dropping to all fours, the lycan slinks into the shadows, his eyes focused on the meal before him. He can taste the fighter in the air. He smells... delicious.
Krice slowed after some time, quite possibly before Chakor would have changed from simple pursuit to full-out attack. The warrior turned, regarding the frosty darkness behind him. Seemingly speaking to no one, the warrior calmly stated, " You'd best quit your pursuit of me. Whoever you are."
Chakor's ears perk up as the man's voice reverberates through the air. Out of the darkness he prowls, circling the warrior. The lycan lets out a loud growl and snaps at the air. He takes a moment to choose his angle of attack. After squatting back on his rear haunches, he lunges forward at the man's left arm.
Krice 's eyes shifted across the face of the animal that emerged, subsequent to his warning, and it was without fear that he watched it circle him. He could have reached up to the katana sheathed against his back, but he didn't. Instead, when the creature launched itself at him, Krice darted to the right, lycan fangs missing the flesh of his left arm by a mere inch. It was his right arm that he lifted thereafter, fist balled tight, ready to swing at the creature's hard skull if it tried again to latch onto him.
Chakor's head snaps violently from side to side. The lycan was angry that his first strike had failed. Deciding to change his approach, the beast charges straight at the warrior, right arm pulled back to claw the human. As he rushes forward he lets out a deafening howl.
Krice 's sensitive hearing was definitely easy to overwhelm by that loud howl, but his mental prowess enabled him to, in a way, shut off some of it to purposely deafen him through the duration of it; protecting the structures of his ears. And as he did this, he maneuvered to avoid the lycan's claws, snow spraying outward from his booted feet as he evasively parried left or right. Deciding it best not to try and fight the creature, for whatever reason, Krice turned on a heel and sprinted into Frostmaw's wilderings; to the north, drawing the beast away from the public with his scent, and his superhuman speed.
Snow Covered Path
Chakor storms north after the seasoned fighter. This prey was beginning to truly piss off the lycan. He snapped and snarled at the man as he maneuvered himself into position. Then in the blink of an eye, the wolf jumped high in the air, aiming to land behind the warrior
Krice wasn't exactly bereft of the ability to get annoyed, himself, and it was due to the lycan's insistence that he was. Chakor's claws sliced through the back of his left sleeve, but he maneuvered in such a way that the claws only grazed the skin beneath; without enough pressure to actually break it. The warrior spun with a grunt and retrieved his katana, swinging the reinforced, curved blade down toward the lycan's face.
Chakor turns his head away from the incoming blade but not quick enough to evade being slice across his right cheek. Recoiling in pain, the lycan emits a bloodcurdling howl as the blade cuts deep. Knowing he cannot best this man in a one on one fight the lycan rushes off to the west, trying to elude the warrior until a better position presents itself.
Winter Berry Garden
Krice followed through with the swipe even as his blade cut the lycan's flesh, and it was with a noticeably displeased grumble that he watched the creature run off. A deft twitch of his wrist flicked blood off the blade and he reached behind him to hold the weapon along the line of his spine, blade up, point passing his head. This way, he could keep the weapon at the ready whilst also keeping it out of the way. As the lycan rushed off, the warrior watched on, refraining from pursuit. Instead, he stood silently, motionlessly, in the snow, waiting.
Chakor walks as quietly as he can as he stays in the shadows, keeping his gaze on the warrior. The lycan felt weak, he hadn't fed all night and his power was waning. As he dug deep into his last reserves of energy, he sprinted headlong towards the human. His maw snapping frantically. He was desperate and hungry. The wolf dived with full force, mouth open towards the mans throat.
Krice didn't for one second think that perhaps the wolf had given up due to its injury; but he did hope that maybe it had. As such, the warrior was alert and expectant of another attack but was calm in body language. When the wolf once again revealed itself with an aggressive approach, Krice decided not to slice at the creature again but rather, after tossing his sword into the snow, he reached up, made rigid his body, and sought to duck under Chakor's snapping head whilst also trying to wrap his long arms around its neck, hold tight, and hopefully choke consciousness out of the creature so that he could incapacitate it without killing it. Of course, he did this at the risk of claw scratches, but those would be small negatives for the bigger plus of knocking this dog out and off his trail.
Chakor over shoots the great warrior in his haste and pays dearly for it. As the humans arms closed around his neck he could feel the his light fading. Falling into the slow he thrashed about wildly, scratching and clawing at the man though this did little to loosen the humans tight hold. A few violent shakes followed before the lycan succumbed to the twilight of unconsciousness. He was out for the time being but how long he would stay that way, no one knew.
Krice was much stronger than the average human but he definitely strained to keep his hold on the thrashing lycan. After all, this creature was supernatural as well, and had four muscular legs and the general build for strength. Despite his superhuman qualities, the warrior had to exert himself more than usual to keep hold of the canine. He received mostly superficial scratches, with just a few deeper, problematic ones. He didn't seem too perturbed by them, likely because he was in 'the zone'; focused on neutralizing the threat. Once Chakor was unconscious, Krice released the animal with a grunt, lowering it to the ground to rest it on the snow. Thereafter, he rose to his feet, inspecting the scratches on his left arm as he reached out for his katana. Silently, the warrior returned his weapon to its sheathe against his back and then moved off into the white wilderness of Frostmaw, leaving the lycan to rest, recover, and hopefully shift back to whatever species it was before--if it was anything else at all.