RP:Birth of the Fledglings

Summary: Hudson goes to the bank and gets turned into a werewolf by Desparrow.

Part of the A Dream of Tyranny Arc

Cenril Bank

Hudson is making a deposit at the bank.

Desparrow made his own deposit, but the scent of human blood was fresh in his nostrils and it was very desirable. The moon was out, but not yet had it reached its peak and therefore there was still plenty of time. Not very discrete it was obvious he made to follow Hudson, the lycan Desparrow appearing rather regal with suede shoes, leather pants and a button up shirt, but his azure hues were filled with a deep malice, an intent.

Hudson walks through the streets with his hands in his pockets. He stops into the Hollow equivalent of a Starbucks and purchases a latte, so presumably Desparrow is standing menacingly outside of the Hollow equivalent of a Starbucks for an indefinite period of time. Hudson also buys a gluten-free muffin, for Alvina. He continues on his way home, taking a short cut through a side street.

Desparrow knew this city like the back of his own hand, having been birthed and grown up in this city, on top of being a fighter for its freedom if not for his own nefarious intent. He was a patient man and would continue to be until his target was out of the sight of public and then he would launch an attack. When Hudson moves into that side street he was already on the rooftop transforming into the thirteen foot ebon-furred beast which bore down on the other with a sickening lupine grin that was little more than the lips curled back to show off all of his engorged teeth. A howl was let out into the night and he made his move, a leap towards the human with open maw, intent to pounce and pin before delivering the curse through the bite wherever he can manage to get grasp.

Sparky sparky makes his way throug the open market trying to avoid a certain black female dragon who keeps tracking him. He of course stops for a mocha, carmel mocha.

Hudson likewise grew up in Cenril - albeit the rich part of it - and thus knows the city like the back of his hand, but nobody expects being jumped by a massive werewolf. That's not a thing that tends to happen. Getting hassled by street rats... sure. Huds is a pretty big guy and thus goes down like a sack of lead, having little time to react to the howl that precedes it. He makes a noise that's like "ooufff," and then he struggles, finding this to be the rare occasion where he's not immediately stronger than whatever's trying to take him down. "What the--" he shoves at his furred assailant, holding the creature by the throat to keep its snapping jaws at bay. "Get off! Help!" he shouts in the streets.

Desparrow was not an easy one to move as Hudson would find out when the lycanthrope on top of him was easily five hundred pounds if not more and with that bearing down it'd be a tough fight to say the least. Gnashing teeth barely kept at bay it would be noticed that the left ear was servered, the top half missing and the other noticeable scar would be a crimson crescent moon on the chest. The calls for help would definitely cause alarm depending on how loud he was, some civilians bothering to take a gander down the alley but not desiring to get involved with a large beast, especially at this hour where for civilians in this failing city criminals were typically afoot. Guards on the other hand would at least attempt to step in and it wasn't long till two had appeared at the entrance of the side street and advanced on them.

Hudson tries as he might but finds that Desparrow is overpowering him, and he watches the credits of his life roll. His grip, slippery with sweat and repulsive werewolf drool, slips, and the creature rips into his shoulder. The world goes black for Huds, who doesn't even cry out in pain, the bite is savage enough and has crossed the threshold. Desparrow wouldn't get a real taste, though, for the guards of course are advancing on the werewolf, launching weapons, shouting. "Get back and freeze! Hands up!"

Desparrow was more than satisfied when he found purchase on the man's body, teeth sinking in and delivering his curse, a permanent bond between souls to Hudson and on the most holy of nights for the Lycanthrope race. The moment the light of the full moon touched the eyes of the man when he awoke would be the beginning of a new life, the first, uncontrollable and rage-filled transformation that would spell out a life changed, a life of physically enhanced power, a life of near quasi-immortality and one bound with primal urges of hunting, of joining with others of their kind. Before Des could transport the man to a safe haven for the night however, so that the transformation could be made in peace he felt the stab of a bolt pierce his back and actually puncture straight through his side. Anger flooded him but in his natural state Des was a potent mage geared towards war and being that he was of exceptional willpower he could usually command raw forms of magic even in this most feral of states so when he turned and pushed on a mental level he shouted "DIE!" his voice low, deep and rumbling much like a bear's roar but accompanying that was a gout of fire that spread wall to wall in a growing cone to consume the two guards who in moments fell to their knees crispsed and lifeless.

Hudson has rolled onto his side and lapsed into unconsciousness, the wound on his shoulder angry, bleeding through his coat and on the cobblestones. He therefore pays no mind to the sudden fiery death of his would-be saviors and evidently has no opinion on being transported to his new life, which he definitely would not have consented to ordinarily.

Sparky sparky turned as a thrid guard rounded the corner and grabbed his arm, "surely your behind this you filthy fish." Spark merely turned and glanced at where he was holding him and at his eyes. "You just grabbed an electric eel." The mans body went rigid and fires broke outs at the man shook violently and arcs of energy flwed up and down his body until a blackened skeleton crumbled to the cobblestone pavement. "Shocking."

Desparrow's Headquarters

Desparrow had ran as fast as he could avoiding the light and the more populated areas to get to his home in the southern reaches of Cenril. The manor was quite large, the doors alone towering above anyone that desired to enter but as he came to them they spread to allow him and his new guest entrance. (Sparky can come in too, but it'll be dangerous for him) The moment he is inside they shut and with silent command a green light runs along the cracks and seal to create a great barrier while the house had actually been renovated to allow the very training that was to commence in his here; the art was gone off the walls, the tables and other furniture missing while the stairs to the second floor and the flooring had been removed though the doors to the other rooms remained but also had been sealed like the first floor's. Instead several large animals, deer and pigs were hanging tied by the hooves from the ceiling still alive for when his new pack mates woke up with their ravenous hunger, and the desire to fight. Hudson was dropped next to the chained up soldiers which had been disrobed down to the pants, their own bite wounds quite visible. It would be time soon.

Hudson weighs like a sack of cement, but Desparrow evidently doesn't struggle with him. He's deposited next to his future bros and continues to be unconscious. Eventually, however, he stirs, roused by a shooting pain that touches all of his limbs. His shoulder feels afire. He's in an unfamiliar place. Moving feels excruciating. He claps a hand over the wound, applies pressure, and it does nothing. His awareness seems as if spliced by frames from another life, a more feral one. Collapsing against a nearby wall, Hudson groans in the half-strangled noise of a dying animal.

Sparky chose to wait outside, mainly because he hoped if that black dragon showed he could fool her and send her in, maybe just maybe they'd kill her.

Desparrow waits patiently, the hall reinforced to withstand the damage that the lycanthrope's would do however in this moment it wasn't a matter of danger it was just to make sure that they survived the first transformation. In under a minute Desparrow managed a reverse transformation back into his elven form and was quick to throw on at least some pants before he moved up to his chained prisoners and woke them with some alcohol on their wounds then face. "Alright, Now that everyone is here, we can get this wonderful thing started. You have all been bitten, and tonight is the full moon, which is sacred to our kind, allow this to be the... beginning of a new life." He then looked to his ceiling and flung a rather explosive magical blast at it, expelling outwards the debris and creating a large hole upon which the moonlight flooded into the dim hall. "Soak it in boys, its inevitable." He kicked the chained soldiers till they were face up and their eyes under the direct assault of the moon illicting an immediate reaction to the rays. First came the convulsions, the screaming as the innards burned and then the bones snapping and reconnecting rapidly while they grew as they rearranged to accomodate a whole new form. Hudson would be assisted if necessary towards the light so that he too could suffer this grisly change but then feel that rush of power and animalistic fury.

Hudson has some fight in him, a surprise to him at this point, and so he tries to move, but finds that he's been constrained by chains. Desparrow - who is this joker? - seems to be evil monologuing at them. Huds finds that thoughts of violence build in his chest, the pain yielding to something more primal, and he releases something that's dangerously close to a growl, in protest at being addressed by this random effing guy, seriously. The moonlight feels harsh, her pull suddenly inexorable, and he finds himself going deeper into those feelings of violence, the pain so burned through his body that he's ceased to feel it. His tracksuit is quasi-destroyed in the process. And then there's a sort of sweet release, and he responds to the most basic urge of all basic urges. He howls at the moon, teeth bared.

Sparky seeing no female black dragon show up, did spot another seaborn, and decided to go talk to him.

Desparrow was giddy at the excitement to come, "I know what you must be feeling, angry, hungry maybe even starving for your first kill.. Well." he with a swipe of his hand used magic to cut the binds on multiple animals allowing them to fall to the ground free and begin running which even for Des whom has been a lycanthrope for more than four years is tempted to give chase on this wondrous night. "Feed!" The three soldiers rose and although they had a lust for battle and blood were distracted by the chance to run and make a kill of their own and quickly with stretched claws launched across the tile floor towards their nearest targets which for them were two deer and a pig. Hudson himself would have the same options, as six animals had been released. "Feed until you are ready to face me, and I will let you know who is in charge!"

Hudson gnashes his teeth together, straining against his bonds until suddenly he is freed. The only thing to do is to sink his teeth into the flesh of a living creature, which he does - immediately - and finds that a satisfaction he's never known spreads through him. To be an animal and have only base needs. That's where he's at. He growls at any other wolf that would approach his kill, leaving only the head and the skeleton when he's finished.