STRIFE (Azoriat)

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Azoriat's form crumpled the the ground in a pool of black blood and gore. He was swimming in pain, the wolf had fought well. Azoriat as always would survive, but the pain made him wish otherwise. He dragged himself over to her tree slowly crawling leaving a trail of his black blood behind him.

"calm yourself wolf, I will harm you no more..."

He propped himself up on a tree beside her, his eyes lidded heavily. He was loosing a lot of blood, and while that could not kill him, it made him very weak. As he leaned on the tree he stared at Catherine, he felt closer to her now that he had seen her other side. After her change she would see his under the tattered strips of flesh. Would she still think him handsome as she had said?, or would the Demon in him terrify her.

"Good night Catherine... sleep well."

Azoriat was exhausted, maybe he would close his eyes for just a bit. His eyes fluttered as he fought passing out. Azoriat touched his side, it was as if he had been through a blender. He had underestimated her strength, but thankfully he did not lose control and harm her very much.

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[Vitaly]

Catherine’s blood soaked maw crinkled into a toothy snarl. Her body grew tense and her muzzles tightened as Azoriat crawled over to her. The wolf didn’t want to be anywhere near him. But alas, she didn’t have the strength to move. With the morning sun brought with it fatigue. It was a part of the werewolf package. She would gain strength with the full moon, but by the time the sun rose she would be completely exhausted. A long pink tongue hung from the side of her mouth as she began to pant heavily. The pain and anxiety of this situation was almost too much for her. Catherine didn’t want to move from her spot. If anything she just wanted Azoriat to go away, so she could change back in peace. There was no way to convince him to do so however. Not only was this form incapable of speech, but the wolf wasn’t in the best mood to begin with. Asking him kindly wasn’t going to happen. Azoriat appeared to be the stubborn type anyway. The only way she could get him to move was if she picked him up and threw him. Unfortunately, the only thing she could manage to do was growl and bare her fangs.

This demonic threat was quickly turning into a mild annoyance. Azoriat began to explain that he wasn’t going to harm her. Well that was good. The werewolf’s growls ceased for the time being. Catherine may not have been in any danger, but she still wanted him out of her territory. There was nothing she could do about it now. Catherine snorted and looked away from the demon. Even though he wasn’t going to harm her, she hoped he would wither and die right where he sat. But this didn’t seem likely. He was an immortal after all. As the wolf waited she began to lick the dried black blood from her claws. Next time, she would tear him limb from limb.

Within a matter of minutes the sun began to rise over the horizon; bathing the forest and Catherine in its warm rays. A low groan crept from the beast. She could feel herself slowly changing back. With a light shudder the large Cat’s body began to sink down the tree trunk. Furry flesh morphed into soft human skin. Paws slowly changed to hands and feet before long a Catherine’s nude frame lay there nestled against the rough tree bark.

Catherine was expecting to wake up in a pile of leaf litter. Oh, how wrong she was. Her petite build began to stir. As she opened her eyes the pain of her wounds hit her like a sledge hammer. The woman grimaced, releasing a low pain filled moan. Her pale hand reached back and felt the jagged tears in her back. Fear, began to overtake her hazel. What had happened last night? The woman could only remember brief snippets from the night before. This left her feeling more confused than anything else.

A loud gasp streamed from Catherine’s lips as she shakily lifted herself from the ground. Her hazel eyes had noticed Azoriat’s deep red body. The blonde would have gotten up and ran if it wasn’t for her wound. Her body froze with fear for a brief moment. But soon enough his scent wafting into her nose, reminding her of her friend who went by the name of Azoriat. Impossibly, this couldn’t be him. “A-Azoriat?” she questioned as she moved a little closer to him. Indeed, it was his scent. Why on earth did he look so different? Catherine shook the thoughts from her head as she realized the man was bleeding. For now, she could only manage to move a little at a time. Now that she was awake, all the pain and emotions began to hit her all at once; leaving the woman feeling rather distraught. It all began to add up. She did this.

“I-I’m so sorry.” Tears began to whelp up in those lovely hazel eyes of hers. Catherine forced herself not to cry as her delicate hand extended out and gently touched the side of his face. This was all her fault, she did this to him. Her long feminine fingers ran over the rough patch of missing flesh. It appeared to have been a rough night, not only for her, but for Azoriat as well. Catherine recalled the scars on her back, and now that she was awake she could feel her cheek swell up. It was a hard, long night for the both of them. Cat wouldn't blame the man for hurting her. If anything, she wished he would have finished the job. She should have warned him not to come here. Perhaps he should have known better? Sorrow soon turned into frustration. Catherine’s eyes narrowed. "W-why did you come here?!” The woman stifled a whimper. Her small, nude frame began to tremble. “I-I could have done far worse to you, Azoriat.” Oh how Catherine wished she could just get up and run. Run away from her problems and the people she hurt. Catherine bit her bottom lip. So, this was the fate all her friends shared? She would end up killing them, all of them in the end.

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As the wolf shrank back into the Catherine he knew, his eyes finally closed. He was so tired, his Demonic strength was fading due to the loss of blood. He dreamed of his lair in hell, a four post onyx bed covered in satin bedding bodies of tortured souls littering the floor writhing in agony.

He was snapped out of his dream by Catherine's sweet voice. She was worried about him. He smiled and then quickly winced in pain.

"C...Catherine my dear... do not worry. It is my fault, I wanted to s..see your other half. I d...defended myself but I couldn't bear hurting you."
His voice was thick and otherworldly, nothing like the Azoriat she knew.

He pulled her naked frame onto his weakly. He breathed in her scent as his thick blood seeped over her breasts. he heated his demonic hand red hot and plunged his claws into the bite marks she had left in his side Growling a terrible sound in pain.

"Your wolf cannot kill me Catherine, she can only cause me pain. I will always come back. You will never be alone."

[Vitaly]

Azoriat was a demon, and a dangerous one at that. Why did he care if he harmed her or not? This question puzzled Catherine. The woman would have been content if he ended up killing her in the end. It would have been a brutal death. Azoriat’s onyx claws had the power to end the raging werewolf. Why didn’t he? The demon had a right too. Knowing her wolf, she had been the one to attack first. When Azoriat spoke, his demonic voice caused her ears to twitch. This was a voice she hadn’t heard before. It sounded hellish. Should she expect no less from a demon? Despite his voice having a very unearthly tone, his words where filled with kindness. Catherine shook her head as she stated that it wasn’t her fault. He just wanted to meet her more deadly persona. This man had to have a death wish. Why would he want to meet her wolf? That was the reason why he was in this situation to begin with. “Y-you were foolish.”

Even in sheer agony Azoriat still found the energy to smile. Confusion lit up Catherine’s eyes as the man weakly wrapped his arms around her. The blonde didn’t fight against him. For once she was giving in, and letting him have his way. Azoriat pulled her to his warm body, forcing her nude frame to straddle his. Surprisingly enough she didn’t even make an attempt to get up. Pity, if anything else drove her to do this. Catherine truly felt bad for the poor man. The fact that she was without cloths didn’t bother her for the time being. She was too worried about her dear friend’s condition to think about anything else. Her hazel eyes where about to over flow with tears as she watched Azoriat plunge his hand into his would.

Azoriat was witnessing the woman at her weakest. Fresh out of her beastly skin, Catherine began to experience the usual wave of emotions that consumed her after the change. Just the thought of harming someone close to her only seemed to make things worse. It pained her greatly. “I-I don’t care if she can’t kill you…I just-I can’t stand seeing you like this.” The tears began to flow down her lovely face. She was struggling to keep herself calm. “You are a fool. You should have killed me!”

With a loud growl the woman reached over to Azoriat’s side and pulled his steaming hand from his wound. Then with a loud grown she forced his hot hand onto her throat. The heat caused her to wince as she forced his hand against her flesh. His black blood trickled down her breasts and flowed down her body, breaking off into tiny streams. Catherine then looked Azoriat in the eyes and spoke, her tone deathly calm. “Finish the job.’’ The woman began to tremble with fear. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. If he removed her head she would die. A task that was simple, yet effective. It was one of the many weaknesses a Werewolf possessed. Surly, Azoriat could handle this one request. Catherine was truly afraid of death. However, she couldn’t live with herself if she ever did this to Azoriat or anyone else again. Tears continued to stream down her cheek. “J-Just do it!”

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Azoriat groaned in pain as he settled into his spot. Her small frame straddling his, he could barely breathe in her scent due to the amount of blood in his face.

"P..perhaps I was foolish. Do not cry for me, I am immortal. "

She lifted his demonic hand to her throat begging him to kill her. Azoriat was stunned what did she just ask him? Shock turned to rage, she had no right to ask him such a thing. He cooled his claws so not to burn her and leaned up kissing her softly, her taste mixing with the taste of his blood. His other arm wrapped around her pulling her tight against his chest. He looked at her with two very different eyes. One side of his face was still human in appearance the other was that of a Millenia old Demon.

"I have seen you as you are, and you now g...gaze upon me as I am... Tell me Catherine, why do you not run from me? Why do you cry for me..."

The Demon smiled at her brushing a tear from her cheek with his demonic claws.

"In the darkness comes a light. For no other mortal could harm me and live to see dawn, but all I could think of was you come morning..."

[Vitaly]

Catherine’s hazel eyes widened as Azoriat’s claw began to cool down against her skin. The wolf had already prepared herself for the inedible. She was ready to hear the gently cracking of bones, the tearing of flesh. She braced herself for a pain that never came. Confused, Catherine looked to Azoriat. Her teary hazel eyes searched his face for answers.

Why didn’t he kill her? She was giving the demon a chance to strike her down where she sat. Catherine deserved death among anything else. Her wolf had already gotten a taste of his blood after all. If she didn’t die now, there was a chance she could hurt him again. Her fur pelt could come in useful too. Whenever a wolf died their bodies permanently change back into their beast. Azoriat could have used her fur for something, right? Catherine could recall a few months ago where she got into a territorial fight with a male werewolf. When the morning sun rose his dead beastly body was still lying amongst the dirt and grime. Catherine could never forget the sight. His plush fur was still intact. Even after the brutal beating he still managed to come out in one piece; a feat the last werewolf she fought couldn’t manage. Maybe if the same happened to her Azoriat could make a rug out of her? He could get the title of slaying a beast and get a new one-of-a-kind piece of to add to his home. Catherine grumbled as she thought about it. In her eyes she would be more useful as a throw rug anyway.

Catherine’s small frame froze as Azoriat leaned forward and gently kissed her. This came out of nowhere, the woman didn’t even get a warning. Cat sat there for the longest, stupefied by this sudden act of intimacy. The demon then pulled her closer to him. A painful spasm shot up her back as his arm wrapped around her. “Ah!” Catherine tried to stifle her yelp of pain, but failed to do so. A low whimper streamed from her lips as his arm pressed against the bloody claw marks on her back. She grimaced as her lovely frame was pushed against Azoriat’s chest. Even with pain ravaging her body, the warmth radiating off the demon was soothing.

“That is a s-stupid question.” The woman snarled, she cold barely control the mixture of anger and sorrow that was consuming her mind. Catherine was feeling mixed emotions about this demon. He’d killed millions and didn’t bat an eye, yet he spared her life. When it came to killing her, he couldn’t even finish the job. The she-wolf couldn’t help but to wonder why. Frowning, she leaned her head against his chest. Catherine peered up, looking the demon in his more human eye. It was the one she was most familiar with. “I know your scent, why should I run from it?” This form wasn’t as nearly as handsome as his other one. Catherine looked passed this, however. Under the warm red flesh lay the Azoriat she used to know. Demonic voice or not, he was still in there, somewhere. “Even if this form is a bit intimidating I won’t run away from you.” Cat could talk a big talk, thought deep down she was a bit scared of this new form. Though, she wouldn’t admit it. It was different from anything she had seen before. Needless to say, it would take some getting used to. However, the woman would warm up to this side of Azoriat, as he had done with her more beastly persona.

The wolf swallowed hard. She then looked away, breaking eye contact for once. He just had to bring up her crying didn’t he? “I’m crying because I hurt you.“ She lifted her delicate hand, about to wipe a stray tear from her cheek when Azoriat did so for her. The woman sat there stunned for a brief moment as his claw wiped away one of her tears. To her surprise it seemed that this demon cared for her. This was the last thing she was expecting from a centuries old demon.

What Azoriat said next seemed to make Catherine’s face turn red. “W-what!?” Was this some kind of a joke? If it was, then it was a cruel one. There was no way in hell he thought that way about her. Catherine’s heart began to race, she was sure Azoriat could feel it. His words seemed to make the werewolf think. Did he truly care about her that much; enough to where he didn’t want to harm her? Catherine had always thought of Azoriat as a friend, maybe even less than that. She had just met the man after all. But what he said today made her think otherwise. Cat was warming up to this demon quicker than she could have anticipated. “Why are you being so kind to me?” The girl was sure she knew the answer to this, but she wanted to hear it straight from the demon’s mouth.

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Azoriat ran his claws through her hair feeling the strands against the onyx points. His hand moved from her wound on her back to her ass supporting her as he stood with a growl. He wanted to carry her like this all the way back to his bed and never leave.

"It will take me a few days to recover but I still expect to take you on our date."

The Demon grinned revealing is sharp pointed teeth. He carried Catherine over to her torn bag and his jacket. She could see his shirt covered in urine and dirt on the ground.

"you tore all of your clothing..."

He pondered her question, Why was he being so nice. While it was true Azoriat could be polite, he was far from nice. Whenever he interacted with another being it was with a goal in mind, either to gain power, enslave, or destroy. He was a demon, and as such he was a paragon of sin. Somehow she felt different, His Demon liked her, not just her taste or the curve of her body, it liked her. This was all very confusing to Azoriat he did not quite know how to answer.

"I am being kind because I wish to. Your soul is... different somehow. I don't wish to kill you or use you..."

Azoriat set her down looking very confused, as if there was a war going on in his mind. with a shaking hand he reached down into his coat pocket and pulled out his silver Dinari, grasping it in his demonic claws, allowing it to center him. It would be clear he was calmed by this ancient object which could be lethal to her.

[Vitaly]

Catherine was pleased to hear that Azoriat would recover from his wounds. It would take a few days, but it was better than not healing at all. It truly wouldn’t surprise the woman if he didn’t heal, his wounds were deep. Perhaps now he would steer clear of her during a full moon. Cat could only hope he learned his lesson. Azoriat was an intelligent being. Surly he would let her change in piece next time. Or else, the two might butt heads again. Her wolf obviously didn’t like him. If anything it wished to tear his throat out. A piece of the wolf’s vendetta continued to linger within Catherine. She ignored it however, snuffing it out as she leaned against Azoriat’s chest. When he mentioned their little date to the museum the she-wolf couldn’t help but to smile. So, he was still calling it a date? This humored her. She’d never truly thought of it as a date until now. ”Good, I’ve been looking forward to it.” In an attempt to hide her pain Catherine grinned. “It isn’t every day that I get to go on a date with a demon.”

Soon Azoriat rose, only moments before had he moved his hand from Catherine’s back and placed it onto her bum. The wolf wasn’t too fond of him touching her butt. If anything she wished he had released her to walk on her own. She quickly wrapped her arms around Azoriat’s neck as she stood up with her petite body nestled in his arms. The wolf tried to stay calm. She wasn’t used to being carried around like this. Wasn’t Azoriat injured? The girl looked to her dear friend; worry seemed to fill those lovely eyes of hers. Why was he doing this? When Azoriat gave her a sharp toothed grin she couldn’t help but to feel a bit better. At least he could move, right?

Catherine looked down at his shirt. It was soaked with scent she recognized. The urine belonged to her wolf. Embarrassment rattled her tiny frame soon after she realized this. With a sigh, the girl looked back up at Azoriat before replying with a shrug. “It’s a wolf thing.” Catherine looked back down at her bag. Everything was completely shredded. The wolf didn’t leave one article of clothing intact. Ah, just her luck. Her wolf had done a serious number on her belongings. She must have had quite a fun time last night because her cloths where scattered all over the place.

After looking over her cloths she eyed her bag. It took seemed to be soaked in liquid. She was surprised to find out it was also soaked in urine, only this time the scent didn’t belong to her. Azoriat and her wolf were the only ones there, it was easy to figure out who the culprit was. Oh god, he didn’t, did he? “Gee’ I wonder who decided to take a piss on my bag.” She growled playfully before cutting her eyes at Azoriat. She didn’t know what went down last night, but it must have been rather interesting. “I see you and my wolf where having a pissing contest, Azoriat.” Catherine then chuckled breathlessly. “I wonder who won.”

When the demon released her, Catherine wondered over to her belongings and began to look them over. She desperately tried to find at least one article of clothing that wasn’t ripped or torn. But alas she couldn’t. The girl then sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Her wolf really did it this time. “Azoriat, remind me next time to bring some rope so I can tie myself to a tree.” She joked as she leaned over and expected on of the dry pieces of cloth. Great, now what was she going to do? She couldn’t walk to the city nude. Suddenly she remember her other form. Question was could she transform without hurting herself? Surly shifting into a normal wolf would cause her some mild pain, but it was better than running around in her birthday suit.

The she-wolf’s head snapped around to face Azoriat when he began to speak. Catherine slowly stood and limped over to him as he answered her question. So, he really did like her. His words made her smile. He thought of her as more than just a dog? She blushed a bit. “That’s good to know.” She replied with a loving smile. Catherine didn't quite know what she felt for him just yet. Mixed emotions seemed to keep her true feelings at bay.

The hair on the back of Catherine’s neck began to stand on end. She’d noticed the silver Dinari Azoriat had pulled from his coat pocket. The woman took several steps back from him. A frown had begun to take over her lovely face. From this distance she didn’t know if it was truly silver or not, and she didn’t want to find out. Some things she came across looked to be real silver, though after careful examination it turned out to be made of a completely different substance. Catherine would keep her distance from him. The pain of even touching silver was greater than the pain he had inflicted on her during their little quarrel. The woman took a deep breath and spoke. Her nervousness could he heard in her voice. Fear, lit up those lovely eyes of hers. “I-Is that made of silver?”

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Catherine said she was looking forward to their date, and Azoriat could not be more pleased. Her comment made him chuckle, as he gazed upon her nude frame.

"I would say it was a draw between your wolf and I."

Azoriat smirked at her comment about being tied up. He imagined her bound in the woods with him watching, licking his lips in anticipation. Though Azoriat did not want to kill the girl it did not change his sexual appetite.

"You bring the rope and I'll be glad to tie you up."

His voice dripped with innuendo and lust as he continued to play out his fantasy in his mind. Suddenly she seemed frightened and began backing away from him. Azoriat was confused, was his tail out? Had he lit the woods ablaze? "I-Is that made of silver?” she asked, her voice quivering.

"Yes... I apologize Catherine, I was not thinking. I had forgotten were-creature's fear of silver. This coin is nearly two thousand years old... It is very rare one of thirty silver Dinari given to Judas Iscariot for his betrayal. It is my most prized possession, I had to fight very hard to earn it. The coin's were given to the thirty strongest Demons in hell by Lucifer himself. I spent a two years fighting through the pit against others of my kind to receive it."

He slid the coin into his pocket looking again at her. He did not mean to scare her. He would have to be more careful.

[Vitaly]

Catherine laughed. She was glad to have met a demon who had a sense of humor. “Very well, Azoriat. I’ll pack the rope, and you can have the honor of tying me to a tree.” She caught his little innuendo and decided to play along. The little wolf even gave him a playful wink for an added measure. He wouldn’t really tie her to a tree, would he? Oh, if only she had known about his fantasy that was playing in his head.

When Azoriat confirmed that the coin was indeed made of silver the woman took another step back. A low defensive growl then seeped from her lips. The demon had already told her that he wouldn’t harm her. Still, the woman went on the defensive. This situation was quickly turning sour. Though, she began to relax a bit as Azoriat explained himself. This little coin was very dear to him. And after his story she could see why. He fought tooth to claw to get it, and he apparently held it very close to him. Out of all the trinkets he had, that silver coin just had to be his favorite. Azoriat did manage to apologies. He had forgotten silver harmed creatures like her. Cat folder her arms in front of her chest and looked away. “I-It’s ok…I guess.” Catherine replied wearily. She would keep her distance from him for the time being. "Just keep it away from me."

Catherine sighed; she took a couple of steps towards Azoriat, but still managed to stay a foot or so from him. ”I suppose you don’t have extra cloths to spare, do you?” Of course he wouldn’t, but it didn’t hurt to ask, right? Catherine then shook her head. “N-Nevermind...” She had other ways of finding cover. The woman looked around. There wasn’t anything she could use to cover herself up, suppose she didn’t really have a choice now. She would have to slip back into the fur of a wolf. Without warning Catherine’s nude form began to slowly change. Her silky skin once became covered in fur, hands and feet morphed into tiny little paws. Soon enough a small female, grey wolf stood before Azoriat. This form was much less terrifying. The small beast seemed to wince for a moment before it spoke. “I should have thought of this sooner.” The wolf said with a pant. “-Not that it really matters, you’ve already see everything I have.” The beast’s tail began to slowly wag behind her.

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Azoriat crouched next to her stroking her fur. He liked this form, he was always fond of wolves, and their packs. He smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her snout.

"I think I'll take you on a real date before i begin to play with ropes. While it is true I have seen your body, it does not make me any less interested in you Catherine, there is still much to learn like how does that body move when it is lost in pleasure."

He smirked raising back to his feet. He could tame this little wolf make her his. He liked the idea of that, it carried a nice weight.

"do not be a stranger little wolf, I leave my doors unlocked. I shall have the servants fill a closet with clothing for you. and if you wish I can give you a safe place to shift."

Unfortunately he was to weak to blend into the shadows, he would have to walk back to town on foot.

"goodbye my Catherine."