RP:Onna regains her wolf form

Onna regains her wolf form with Rhocielle’s help

Rhocielle snorted softly and nodded in kind, his warm breath swirling in contrast to much more crisp night breeze. Attempting to catch the younger lycan offguard, he closed the gap between them in no less than two strides of his legs. A paw brandishing short claws reached up to attempt to clench around at her neck while he uttered a very sinister snarl. His sharp canine teeth shown visible between the thin dark lips of his muzzle while he glared at her. While she would know he meant to help her, he could not allow himself to do anything that would otherwise be seen as anything less than dangerous to Onna.

You looked down for a moment and brushed the snow off her forest green dress. The instant she looked up, the claws of Rhocielle wrap around her neck as she was forced to look, surprized and frightened into his eyes. Noticing his teeth behind his muzzle, she grew even more fearful. Her hands would grasp his paws in an attempt to break free, as this was not what she had in mind for him helping her. The only thing going through her mind, was it was a set-up. An act played and fooled her, only to attack after his child had left. But of course, she would not be able to escape the lycan's grip, for her strength was no match at all compared to his.

Rhocielle slowly gripped firmly at her neck and jawline with his furry digit, enough to hold her in place while her feet were being lifted off the ground. The male being much taller than her, it was a simple enough act to suspend her weight. Care was taken not to pierce her flesh with his claws, but he drew her closer to his face. His breath was almost a steam in comparison to the frigid air, and his grey orbs were a piercing granite gaze into her own eyes. Forcing himself to speak in a dangerous tone, he growled lowly to her lips, "Humans are so easy prey..., even if they do smell a bit like wolves..." He resented every word spoken, though he kept the internal conflict well hidden for this ruse to work. This close to his teeth, they seemed to glisten in stark white polish.

You eyes closed tightly as he gripped more firmly around her neck, and raised her from the ground. She knew it would be completly useless to fight back, though fearful for her life, she simply could not let go of his arm. Her breaths would be harsh, as if only enough air was going through her lungs to keep her alive. She began to struggle a bit as she would raise her left leg in an attempt to kick off him after hearing those words. Shocked at what this lycan was doing, she argued "Y-ou wou-ld- kill you-r --o-wn kind?" As she opened her eyes and glared into his deeply, now angery, but still knowing she could not stop him the way she was.

Rhocielle uttered a firm hiss and snort of disregard, his lower lip twitching in mock anger, "Are you my kind...?" Tentatively, he gave only the slightest of squeezes to her neck, only enough for her to feel how sharp his claws were. His paw relaxed back into the previous hold of her neck to allow her shallow breathes to continue. Against her feeble struggles, his other paw held her leg firmly at the knee and shin. "Prove it..," he snarled to her in what could be considered an ultimatum for her life.

You winced in pain as her eyes tightly closed again once his claws pressed more against her throat. An awful, painful hiss would eminate from her as felt the pressure increase. Fangs now visible as she grew weaker from the loss of air, though that part...she would not notice. When the pressure was released to the previous hold, she would gasp for a deep breath of air. Feeling now the hold upon her knee and shin, she grew more angery. "I--can't." She managed to utter. As her eyes slowly opened, a tear would be shread as she despratly, but weakly tried to break from the grip on her leg. Unable to, her mid-section would begin to twich, as if something unnatural to regular humans was stirring within her. She began to grow limp, but the strong twitches still continued.

Rhocielle pressed the tip of his muzzle against her lips in what could be seen by an observer as a violent kiss, but their lips never met. Instead, it allowed to whisper almost angrily to the woman, "Can't...?" The short claws at her leg dragged slowly as if feigning to shred her dress and skin alike. "....or won't," he then replied, "...because you prefer to be a weak human..." His tone remained ever husky and deeply accented, but all the same exuding a disregard for her life, "...is that it?"

You would feel his claws tearing at her dress and skin. Only mear scratches as blood barely slid down her legs, but she felt it, and it hurt her just the same. Fearful for her life, and her own being... she glared into his eyes as she continued to struggle for breath. Onna's hands began to shake nerviously as he continued to hold her in the air. Her hair would turn from her regular brown, to a snowy white, still....unnoticable to herself, since it was behind her head, she no longer spoke. Instead, from the depths of her lungs, a painful and weak howl would come from between her lips. Her midsection continued to twitch, as so did her arms and legs. Her head slung back, away from his muzzle that was oh too close.The consistant twitching continued as her legs soon would take a lighter, white color then her regular sun-kissed tanned skin. The rest of her body would soon too begin to take the pale white color as she uttered a few more words out what human form was left. "S-stop..." Though, it would be smart if he did not, since they were so close. She felt that if she could prove it to him, he would let her go. She was still slightly unsure if she still held the power to take her wolf form though.

Rhocielle watched every minute movement of the young woman. As dangerous as he pretended to be, the black furred male was not only intently noting for any notion of her changing, but also for any sign of her losing consciousness or otherwise passing out. He could not risk showing approval of her progress thus far, however happy he was that she had not actually lost her inherent abilities. Keeping the pressure up, he gaped his maw lightly and pressed the open jaws against her shoulder and collar bone. His canine teeth grazed at her just barely, though he could not help some saliva from seeping out as well. It would only add more to the disgust and fear of possibly being devoured alive by the tall black furred male. Stop, she said in her increasingly primal tone. "...or what?" he growled harshly, expressing to the young lycan female that he was not going to be halted by the words of a prey.

You barely felt the warm saliva of the beast known as Rhocielle as she sharply felt his teeth graze her shoulder. Fearful of being bitten, and devoured, she let out another deep howl that seemed to be quite hourse(right spelling?).. Her legs began to take the form slowly of a smaller, white wolf, bald at first as her arms began to also take the form of paws, and claws. Her eyes remained tightly closed, as she continued to twitch. Then suddenly, a raging scream escapes her lips that turned into a loud, raging howl. Her face then reformed. From her ears taking a pointed, wolven form, to her mouth, moving outward, into a muzzle. Breathing heavily, and still struggling to gain air, white fur rapidly took over the lycan's wolf form as her dress fell to the ground, revealing her nude wolf form. Her eyes would open as she visously attempted to reach her muzzle to the arm, and bite him to escape. Fully envolped in her white wolf form now as a tail rapidly grew behind her. Her mind, empty. The only thought at the moment, was seek revenge. This man she no longer knew, would now become the prey as she gained a fierce burst of energy and struggled despratly to escape the grip of her legs. If successful, she would kick at the lycan's chest more, in an attempt to slice him open with her rear claws.

Rhocielle widened his grey eyes only faintly to the sudden howl that announced the she-wolf's presence. Watching her body take its new form, he braced himself for what he knew was next. His own child had a violent fit when she changed, though she needed only the moons' influence, whereas Onna had required physical incentives. The tall anthro wolf glared only briefly at the white wolf, barking savagely at her for her to know her place. Keeping her at an arm's length now from his own body, his muzzle met at hers for exchanges of bites and barks. Eventually, he dropped her onto the floor with a bit of a toss away from him. In the span of time the white wolf would remain in the air, he stooped over into a crouch before moving to all fours. No sooner had Onna's paw landed on firm ground that the black furred male shed his own clothing in his shifting. The black timber wolf snarled defensively at his opposite though he made no movement to attack her. She needed this as well, to simply spend time in her wolf form until her exhaustion.

You fell lifelessly to the ground and rolled a few times with the force, taking the breath she waited for so long, she stood back up on her fours and charged the timber wolf with rage. Growling with saliva of her own seeping from her shown pearly white teeth, she charged with all her force, at him. When close enough, she would push off her front paws to gain the hight advantage and swipe her claws down at the face of the other wolf.

Rhocielle continued barking at her while keeping his body at a somewhat crouching pose, even as she charged towards him. When she attempted to claw at him, he pushed off as well. A brief boxing match of paws ensued before his own larger body leaned further against her in an attempt to not only drop her, but pin her beneath his heavier weight.

You growled all while during their exchanging of paws to each other. She felt him leaning forward, and attempted to move back to avoid being pinned, but failed as his weight was too great. She barked and growled more, attempting to bite his maw, hoping to so she could get back up and continue their fighting. Strong hearted, she would not give in easily to him.

Rhocielle growled at her and darted his muzzle this way and that at her attempts to bite him. He shifted only just enough to pin her fully. Barring her movement, he ducked his muzzle against her throat firmly. Rather than biting her, however, he whimpered softly and whined with his ears now dropped low against his scalp. His broad tongue lollied slightly and began grooming her fur almost apologetically as he kept his body over hers.

You growled as she was unable to defend herself. Her breaths grew heavy and she grew terriblly tired. The weight of the timber wolf still pinning her down made her struggle that much more. When his muzzle fell to her throat, she thought it was over.... Then, a sequance of licks came after, along with whimpering and soft whines. Noticing his ears drooped against his head, her's shortly after did the same. She returned the licks with one single one of her own to the bottom of his muzzle. Her white fluffy tail slowly, began to sway back and forth in the snow as she slowly calmed down.

Rhocielle continued on grooming the white wolf's new fur along her neck and throat. He felt drained, not only physically from the brief bout with Onna, but emotionally as well. He regretted everything he had done to the lycaness, even if it had been for her own good. Tentatively, he licked at her muzzle and whimpered once more as he removed himself from her. He padded idly over to where his clothing lay and settled himself down upon them. Not caring whether he would travel back to the house or not, he merely yawned widely and rolled onto his side. You would instantly roll upright and look over to Rhocielle. She took a few breaths and stood up. Shaking the snow off from her back, she then trotted over to him, and laid down besides him, resting her head on his side with a small whimper. She then would slightly shift her head, and lick his darker fur a few times before looking into the timber wolf's eyes. An exausted breath would escape from her, almost as if a small sigh.

Rhocielle canted his head slowly, his ears flopping over to the side while he returned a few licks in kind. He snorted softly as his grey eyes slowly closed. He made no protest of laying with the white wolf, perhaps even welcomed it as it meant that he was able to help her. It had been the most efficient, if dangerous option, but it would have been the fastest as well. Deep breathes of slumber brought his body to rise and fall against her as his black bushy tail now fell limp beside hers.

You 's ears fell to her scalp as she grew more tired. She brushed up against him just a bit more, now realizing the reasons for his actions. She was forever grateful that Rhocielle had...surprizingly, brought her form back to her. Even though the way he had, was truely unexpected. She curled her fluffy tail around his and kept her head rested on his chest. Paws bent inward as she laid there with him, and slowly...she would fall into a deep, exausted sleep.