RP:Vakko Becomes A Lycan

Eastern Eternal Forest

Vakko had not too long ago reluctantly drug himself out of bed and left the home he has been staying at for a little late morning walk, something he has done almost every day since he has escaped the darkness of the underdark, he found it rather soothing to walk in the wilder places on the surface and not have to worry about being eaten, unless dragons are involved. This day he paused for a moment as he entered the rather bleak part of the usually calming woods, slowly looking about at the exposed bones and general off-putting nature of the place. Something that seemed more suited for his previous home than that of the normally calm surface. The drow slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants and gave a soft chuckle as he started his slow walk again. His two tone eyes slowly closing as he had a habit of wondering with his eyes close, made the day more interesting.

Desparrow had been wandering the forest for some time already this morning, having travelled from the sage for a bit of a work out. The eerie environment suited him just fine, in fact it reminded him of his own territory. A deep inahle would give the lycanthrope all he needed, catching hints of aged bones from unfortunate travellers and the scent of several living entities, including a lone drow. Did not take long to catch up to the person but it did come as a surprise it happened to be Vakko that was chanced upon. Stepping from between the trees yet still hiding in their shadow he grinned, "Greetings..."

Vakko had heard the rapid approach of the lycan, even if he had been hiding his footfalls, the level of stealth that the drow was used to working with was far above anything on the surface. Slowly he looked to Desparrow as he slipped from behind the tree, the drow giving a slight dark smile. “Well well, hello there. A father famous Wolf has come to pay me a visit. How quaint.” That ever smug grin never leaves his face as he shifted to square up with Des. “Is not this forest a little far from your boundries? Or have you the mind to expand your territory?”

Desparrow leaned against the tree to his right as blue hues examined Vakko. That grin of his expanded just a bit to reveal engorged incisors. "Famous huh? First time I've heard of it." A kick against the trunk against which he leaned gave him just enough push to end up on the road only feet from the other. "I figured since now I have a place to live now in Sage, in Cenril, and now Larket I'd explore a bit. I could decide to invade this forest too and take it for my own. Doesn't seem to be much resistance. Or at least none that I can't take care of should it get in the way."

Vakko makes no move as the other moved to be but feet from him, “Aw but the sage is such a nice place, my people where so intent of taking it over and killing all the elves. But that is all in the past. Right now how about we have a bit of fun?” it was early and he needed a bit of exercise, slowly the drow slipped his hands from his pockets, held between the fingers of his left hand was a medium sized bead. A simple flick of the fingers would send the bead to land at the foot of the lycan. Vakko smiled innocently as the bead suddenly would erupt is a torrent of flames. A fire ball had been sealed inside that spell bead, and the dormant spell was being released in hopes to end the lycan quickly. The drow found long bouts distasteful, and troublesome.

Desparrow knew a little about the plight of the drow against the elves. Or was it the other way around? He certainly didn't care so long as the elves didn't get in the way of his expansion plans. "Yeah I have heard a bit about your kind's fight in the sage. So much going on lately. Trouble up in frostmaw, in cenril.. Sage settling down I think. A good bit of fun would do some good. Rouse up some chaos." That bead went unnoticed for the most part, not expecting it to be anything actually dangerous. The inherent magical energy that flowed through his body was being brought to the surface, but not fast enough to respond to the explosion from the bead. Flames engulfed him, swirling up from the feet into an encompassing pyre. The heat had already started on him, singing flesh and minor burns but before too much could be done he had expelled a wave of pure kinetic energy that repulsed the fire away from him effectively extinguishing it. When he was visible again, his face and head were covered by his now hairless arms. Multiple parts of his body were blackened, the pain ripping through him on excruciating levels. "Cheap tricks." A low growl erupted from his throat as he moved his arms out of the way, venting ether, his raw magic, into the air from the pores of his flesh. Crouching he burst forward with enhanced speed, adjusting his stance so that he might ram the drow with his shoulder, spin on a heel and deliver a crushing blow with his heel into Vakko's side, enhanced with magic to give him the force of a sledgehammer should he make contact.

Vakko watched as the flames from the spell bead swallowed the lycan, his smile grew wide as he didn’t think that would actually work. The beads where about his cheapest trick and not many ever think there is a spell inside, even though it was not as potent as it could have been. As the lycan shrugs off the magic and then crouches Vakko would smile. “Well yes, have not played with many drow hmm? That was mild compared to the way we tend to fight.” The bull rush was not wholly unexpected. Before Desparrow made contact the drow would leap up using the lycans own momentum against him as he tucked into a ball and rolled along his back as he passed under. The moment his feet touch down he dips low to the ground, the back kick sailing but a hair from his head. The mercenaries hand falls to the hilt of the blade strapped to his hip. “Common put a little more umph into it!” Wanting to put some distance between himself and the raw power of the lycan he would throw himself backwards, into a roll coming up to his feet the sword snaps free of its scabbard, the blood red blade, enchanted to rend through any material with ease is leveled at Desparrow. “If you get upset over a little burn how are you going to last in this little game, do not want you going all wolfy and not having any fun.” His smile so wide not it nearly enveloped his face the drow took a step forward as was simply gone. A subtle shifting of dirt and bone from behind the lycan would be all the warning he would get as the enchanted crimson blade angled down aimed to cleave the whole of the wolf man in two.

Desparrow wasn't expecting to be fighting someone that actually had some skill, not that he was at all displeased. Already had his regeneration factor kicked in, some of the smaller burns peeling away to be replaced with fresh skin. "No I can't say that I have, in fact I haven't played in quite a while so this will be a bit of a refresher for me." Spoken even as his opponent skillfully dodged his speed. The magic Des was expelling took the form of a swarm of opalescent motes of light, raw ether that was the base form of all spells before having taken shape. When Vakko withdrew his sword and went in for what would have been a lethal blow these motes condensed in front of Des as a suit of ethereal armor right where the blade would had landed to deflect it. In the split second that it began to actually slice through the hardened ether that was as hard as any metal but lighter than air itself Des' mind panicked and he willed it to save him. How was not the problem at least yet. That piece of ethereal armor expanded before exploding into a wave of force that sent Des sailing backwards out of Vakko's sword's reach, but he attained an assortment of cuts as he tumbled across the ground. Upon stopping Des got to his knees, staring hard at the drow. "Our fun has just begun buddy." his cocky grin was back, and a full suit of ethereal armor formed hovering just inches above his skin taking the form of a lupine helm that covered the top half of his head, breastplate, pauldrons, clawed gauntlets and boots and shinguards. Even through the magic consumption his cloud of ether didn't seem to diminish but if one noticed he was constantly venting out the stuff but gradually over time his body would actually get just a bit smaller as he was first using it to actually enhance his body's natural and supernatural abilities further than they normally would. Pressing his hands to the ground and pouring ether into the soil he was able to conjure up a small wall of stone before him. It stood at about his height, roughly six feet and was just as wide. "Prepare yourself!" Rearing back an arm he slammed his fist into the stone, sending a shockwave into this wall but before it could disperse entirely he reverted the flow of energy to recondense and explode towards the center which is exactly what happened. The wall appeared to bend at first before shattering, delivering the concussive force of a hand grenade outwards along with a hail of deadly slicing and crushing shrapnel in the direction of his opponent.

Vakko let out a loud laugh as his blade slamed into the summoned wall of light and stopped fully, very few magics has been able to halt this blade, the drow was honestly impressed. But the feeling blead away slowly as the shockwave struck, he too was thrown back a few paces but managed to keep his feet, driving the tip of his blade into the soil and digging in his heels he slowed himself to a stop. Two tone eyes never take themselves away from the lycan as he pulled the moats of power to himself and formed the magical armor. The drow scoffed. “Really? Now that is just cheating.” Pulling the blade from the turf he gave it a spin to clear off any lingering dirt and dropped into a fighting stance, his sword arm cocked back with his other resting on the side of the blade near its point. then a slight look of confusion fell over his face as the wall of stone appears, a defensive spell. A look of raw annoyance replaced that confusion as he saw the spell unfold to its true devastating effect. “Oh you ass…” the annoyed drow mutters under his breath as he is stuck by the shockwave first, forcing him back another several paces but he still kept his feet, lose you base and you die, something that was drilled into him. Then the stones where upon him. That crimson blade worked fusiously, seeming more a collection of flashes than a sold blade with how the nimble drow wielded it. The stones big enough to bat away where, the larger ones the blade bit into and severed into smaller pieces. When the hail fell silent Vakkos blade slammed into the turf again leaning heavily on the item as he blead from many small cuts upon his arms and chest, his silk shirt growing red and sticking to him in a few places. But the drow did not fall. “Well that was fun.” He spits a bit of blood from a cut in his mouth. “Can honestly say I did not see that one coming.” Laughing to himself the drow would pull himself back up though keep leaning against the blade. “You know I am not the best with magics…” slowly and deliberately he drew the blade from the ground. “But you seem pretty good.” Pointing the tip of the crimson blade at the lycan once more he would smile. “Breath.” The phrase was simple enough, and with it a change in the wind came about. The very air about Desparrow would feel as if it was being drawn to the blade that was leveled at him, The blade which held an elemental enchantment of wind. The very air around blade seemed to flex for but a moment before the drow suddenly stepped forward and in a quick pumping motion drew the sword back and lunged it. Still several paces away there would be a sudden rush of wind towards Desparrow, and upon that wind, a dozen invisible blades. The only hint given to the ominous nature of that wind was the occasional sudden deep gouge in the earth. Even magical armor would find it hard pressed to turn a blade that was not actually there.

Desparrow couldn't help but laugh when he had completed his spell and the damage was being wrought. The end result wasn't as satisfying, he'd have to tweak how he performed that one for the future. "I am a Master Sorcerer, and until I encounter a greater one than I, well I will claim to be unrivaled in destructive performance." Crouching low he waited a second, not caring about some silly wind tricks that the drow was going to pull. He dashed forward, those claws on the ethereal gauntlets extending outwards and shifting colors rapidly as they attuned to a specific element. He had every intention of rending into the flesh of the drow, maybe more but that paln was cut very short when those gouges were first noticed but he was already moving forward with such speed it would be hard to divert course. His armor was reacting on its own, simply a magic spell that was given a command to protect and from then on it would do just that on its own. Each piece of armor besides the gauntlets seemed to melt into a opalescent liquid form, flowing like water but retaining its hard status. It would zip around his form blocking blades, even stretching in several directions to deflect more than a single threat at a time but it was not a perfect invention and could not stop everything. Several of these air blades made contact and before Des knew it he had stabs in his abdomen, cuts along his shoulders, sides, legs and even one that glided effortlessly through the delicate flesh of his face slicing open a cheek. Apparently it had cut straight through because he could taste the blood in his mouth. Spitting it to the ground he looked at Vakko with a new light. "Not bad yourself." He growled, his body buffing up considerably as he took began to transform. It took only seconds for a basic morph, hair extending out from every follicle on his body. The sounds of sinew and bones separating from eachother only to reattach in different positions giving him an entirely new look and structure. Longer arms, legs, an extended jaw and shortly he had the fearsome lupine appearance he usually kept from the eyes of others. His regular armor had detached itself, no longer fitting his bulk and the most notable thing would be the large crimson crescent moon that he had on his chest; it was the mark Artia gave him so that he could speak common tongue in this form. "Now I'll get you." Digging his claws into the soil he moved now with even greater celerity and strength towards Vakko. "I didn't want to use this form so quickly but before we draw this out too much I figured I'd make this more interesting." Before he even reached the drow his crouched once more, thick chorded muscle bunching up in his legs before he leapt into the air, using the trees around him as ledges to further increase his height gain. Magic energy continued to flow from his body and with it he coalesced the 'armor' he had and what was currently around him into a single amorphous blob. Upon his descent it took point, giving himself a quick boost to further his destructive power when he landed. Like a spear he aimed his entirety for Vakko, the blob having surrounded him and giving him the appearance of a falling meteor and just like that when he landed so did a dome of intense heat, lightning and fire expand outwards in a wave of all-encompassing destruction that dissolved organic material within probably a dozen meter radius.

Vakko again was unflinching in the sigh of the shift the his true lycan form something that he was not unaccustomed to seeing. Thought this meant that he was about to be even more hard pressed than he was before. “Maybe the bead was a bad idea.” Hopelessly he chuckled and gave a shrug, he had already dug himself to deep, may as well play it out. The blades of wind had done some damage but not enough to stop the ever regenerating lycan. A slight grumble of annoyance was given as he once again falls into his combat stance, though his body moved a bit slower. His magical well was small and he could only channel through a heavily enchanted item. He would have greatly preferred a physical fight not a mystical one, but you cannot cry about your choices. The damage from the stone wall blast was also slowing the drow, though he did not feel the pain from the many small wounds, his body surly did. He did not have long to either end this fight of make an opening to get away. Two tone eyes never leave the lycan as she runs with great speed, bounding from tree to tree, that armor braking away and taking on a new shape. A soft groan was given by the drow as that shape started to resemble a glowing meteor. “Truly…” diving to the side he would angle his blade as if going to block a blow. “Gasp!” the wind came alive again, swelling around the ducking and diving drow forming a cushion of air that acted as a shield as the lycan impacted the ground near him. Little good that did as the shockwave of flame and lightening roared around him, the cushion helped the keep the flames from biting at his flesh but the drow was flung from the field to slam hard into the trunk of a nearby tree. His silken shirt had been blasted away and many of his wounds had reopened. Looking to his hand that had held the blade he sighs as he sees two of his fingers broken and the blade missing. Looking lazily to the crater that housed the lycan the drow sighed. He would feel mild pain from the broken fingers, most likely a few broken ribs and he was not sure that was a healthy angle for his leg, needless to say he made not move to rise from his spot, slightly imbedded into the tree trunk. “You know,” he coughs up a bit of blood. “You should wear a hat or something, let people know you’re a damn mage.” Apparently even beaten and bloody he still had jokes.

Desparrow was certainly feeling his wounds, but yes he was a regenerator but this exertion had him full of battle lust and ecstasy. Yes this is what he had been wanting for so long. Burning air filled his lungs, hurting his throat. Cerulean eyes focused on Vakko as he brushed battle dust from his form. "I told you, I am the master sorcerer in this land and I'll face anyone in challenge of that title. Honestly I did think that you were going to be a bit more durable however I often foreget that even I before I attained this power could be ragdolled so easily. Still I have need of you." In a flash he was before the broken Vakko, nearly drooling from the lust he had acquired. "You are so fragile.. I will give you power in exchange for service." With that he lunged forward with open maw for Vakko's body, completely ready to sink his teeth into the body of the drow to transfer the lycanthropy blessing. Not just that but Des would deliver a small bit of magic through the bite that would numb the majority of pain and even accelerate natural healing processes. It didn't matter where he bit if Vakko decided to try and defend himself, in the end the drow would become one of his pack. If the curse did take hold it would start in at night time. It wasn't going to be a full moon tonight but when it would take some moonlight absorbed through the eyes to take hold and then he would feel that feral instinct settle in, sink into the soul itself. It however wouldn't fully bond with him until the first transformation so if there were a way to reverse it it would have to be done before then.

Vakko could see the lycan coming with full intention but could do little to nothing about it in his current condition, “Well now common, get you some dark meat.” Then his teeth sunk into his ebony flesh and he truly felt that pain. But a strange sense of rejuvenation washed over the drow as the transfer of a small amount of magical power flooded into him. when Desparrow withdrew from him the drow gasped in pain and let his head fall back against the trunk of the tree he was still stuck against. “Well that happened… bastard.” Vakko slapped a hand over the fresh bite mark, trying to stem the new blood flow.

Desparrow could only laugh, a deep grumbling sort of laughter that only a beast could do. He watched the blood flow from Vakko's wounds with a sick pleasure washing over his features. "It happened alright. Now you are mine. I did warn you.. I am the greatest sorcerer in this land. And I'll challenge anyone that dares to say otherwise to a duel of magic might." he leaned down, moved to run a claw lightly from the templed down to the chin of Vakko's face before offering him a consolatory lick. "It'll be alright though. You will feel all better soon enough. However you won't be seeing the outside for a while." Des own wounds were numerous but it just seemed like the drow's attacks were not nearly as destructive as Des' own. The blades still hurt like hell, but at least they had sealed shut but some of them especially his cheek still oozed blood. "We will make you stronger, more powerful than you ever thought you could be when it comes to physical limitation."

Vakko head started to spin as the so called curse of the lycan started to coarse through his veins, though it would not be set in him fully until he gazes upon the full moon for the first time. Slowly the oozing blood slowed from the bite mark, he normally healed quickly, something from years and years of going to the brink of nearly dying, only to drink a copious amount of healing potions. But this was something different all together. Apparently the boost in power was keeping him from dying outright, he was okay with that. He really was not a fan of the concept of dying at the very least this way he will survive. “… was just a bead, you get upset easily.” He chuckled but quickly regretted it as he doubles over in pain. “ouch..”

Desparrow knelt down, "Pain looks good on you. Ready to go home?" he stood then and held out his arm. Ribbons of ether flowed around that clawed hand and immediately it became transluscent and constantly shifted colors. A single swipe through the air and he rended space to create a rift. Through the milky haze one could see faintly a long hallway on the other side. "Ready to go home?" he chuckled, stepping back over to Vakko and adjusting himself so he could scoop the warrior up, but not before collecting his blade which had been flung from his grasp. "I have a place you can rest away from the turmoil of this world. In my home." The lycanthrope grinned, actually shifting back into his elven form but still having enough strength to perform the physical feats it would require to get Vakko to safety.

Vakko groaned as he was hoisted easily by the lycan, he looked to the portal and gave a weak smile. “Taking me home to see the parents? I feel special. I hope there is food, you got to eat. I think it is only fare.” He gives a weak kick to the back of Desparrow, the last of his energy this evening to fight. “I feel like I could use a nap, do tuck me in softly. And I hope I bleed on your clothes.” After that his head spun and he fell limp from exhaustion.

Desparrow held Vakko close to him, taking care not to shift any of his broken parts too much so that as little pain as possible was caused. Stepping through the portal he found himself in his manor home back in Cenril. Maids were off getting to bed, his son was asleep, everything was peaceful. As the gate closed behind the lycanthrope he moved swiftly to one of the empty guest rooms. The door opened to a room of various shades of gree, from the walls, to the bedding. Gently the warrior would be placed and if he did bleed on everything it wouldn't be a matter. Des tried to adjust him as comfortably as possible and then get him covered. "You'll heal. You'll be strong." with that he set the sword against the wall next to the bed before leaving to grab a new set of clothes since he was naked after reverting back. Then it was just a waiting game.