STRIFE (Azoriat)

[Vitaly]

There Catherine stood, with the strap to her light, sky blue duffle bag hung over her shoulder. Her deep hazel eyes looked to the tree line. Watching it as if the entire forest itself was alive and waiting for her to enter. It was calling to her. Instinct had pulled her here, and for good reason. The forest was a sanctuary for a werewolf. On a night like tonight, it was the only place where she could be at peace.

The woman’s supple frame was adorned with a pair of baggy pants and a long white t-shirt. There was no reason to dress out when she was going to strip down anyway. Cloths were virtually useless in the form she was about to take on. They would always tear during the change, leaving tiny scraps of fabric behind. The bag Catherine was carried held and extra pair of cloths. This wasn’t her first rodeo, she came prepared. Catherine released a long drawn out sigh. This was it, tonight was the full moon. She’d been preparing for this night for the past month or so. This side of the forest rarely received visitors. With the absence of humans there was bound to be deer around, the prefect distraction for her wolf. And best of all there were no humans for her to injure. It was the perfect place to change!

Well, it was now or never. Catherine began to trek into the forest. Her small frame weaved through the underbrush with ease. It would take some time to get to her desired location, or her territory as she called it. While the blonde walked she looked to the sky. Dusk was drawing ever so closer. A wave of nervousness crashed over her small frame. It wouldn’t be long now until she turned into a blood thirsty monster. The woman quickened her pace. She needed to get to her territory, transforming anywhere else could endanger someone’s life.

Catherine held her territory secure; it was deep within the forest, far out of the reach of man (or so she thought). The woman was so concerned about her change that she wasn’t paying the least bit attention to her surroundings. The poor wolf managed to trip over a fallen log. The female hit the ground with a thump. “D-Damn it!” Catherine cursed to herself. After dusting her small frame off and giving the fallen tree a kick she spun around and collected her bag before continuing on with her journey. The leaf litter crunched under her shoes as she walked though the wood. The sight of the leaves made the woman smile. She could remember waking up in a pile of leaves back a few months ago. The soft leaves made an excellent bed for a tired werewolf.

Finally, after a very long walk the woman crept upon her territory. This was it! Her territory was a small patch of land that seemed to expand every time she turned. With a loud yawn the woman began to get undressed. The sun had begun to draw close to the horizon; she didn’t have a lot of time left. After removing her cloths and undergarments the nude female stuffed them into her blue duffel bag. Catherine then wondered around, looking for a good place to hide it. She knew her wolf would find it, but hell, it was worth a try. After looking around she ground a stump that sat with a large hole in the top. Perfect! The woman stuffed her back into the large hole that sat in the middle of an old stump.

With another sigh the woman stood. Her delicate arms wrapped around her slender frame as she strolled over to a tree. This was the part she hated the most. The change, but it wouldn’t happen yet. Unfortunately, she would have to stand there in anticipation before it came. Catherine grumbled to herself as her slender hour glass frame leaned against a young oak tree. The rest of this time was a waiting game.

Soon her wolf would come out to play.

(( I hope this starter is ok :3))

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Azoriat had been following her for days after their encounter at his home. He wanted to learn her habits, what made her tick. He was able to move silently through the shadows along side her as she entered the woods. She had a large bag and the full moon was tonight was it not? Azoriat licked his lips in anticipation, now he would get to meet her other half.

He felt something as he entered her territory, there was a lingering aura here marked with death and rage. This place was hers and it was almost as if the trees and rocks themselves did not wish him to be here.

Azoriat watched as she undressed, his lust palpable. Her body was flawless, He wanted to spend a century inspecting every inch, alas she could not live that long. Tonight her beast would meet Azoriat, the true Azoriat. The Demon had no fear, he was immortal, but still she could make him hurt for a very long time.

As the sun fell beneath the horizon the moon made itself known. Tonight Azoriat would fight, he would bleed, and he could not be happier about it.

[Vitaly]

Anxiety and fear began to overtake Catherine. Her small frame trembled as the minutes ticked by slowly. The poor woman was oblivious to the guest that had decided to show up tonight. Oh, if only she would have known Azoriat was here. The blonde would have made him leave, no questions asked.

Not a minute after the sun drifted under the horizon did Catherine start to feel it, the change. A painful spasm shot up Catherine’s spine. A loud pain filled moan then crept from her. Cat gritted her teeth. Oh, how she hated this part. The female sank to the ground, clutching the grass beneath her changing hands. The sound of popping bones echoed through the forest as her spine and ribcage began to realign. Sheer agony streamed passed Catherine’s lips as her body continued to change. Her once lovely frame began to grow a lush grey fur coat. A tail and ears soon sprouted from her body and her mouth began to form into muzzle. Soon enough the transformation was complete. A large seven foot female werewolf stood in Catherine’s place. The newly formed wolf didn’t waste anytime, already she had began to check out her surroundings. The beast’s maw dripped with saliva as her dangerous yellow eyes scanned the forest floor, looking for any signs of movement. The wolf’s ears swiveled around like satellite dishes, taking in any sort of sound that could alert her to a possible meal. Nothing, even in this form she seemed oblivious to Azoriat’s presence. The man was lucky to have slipped under her radar. Anyone who dared to enter her territory would be ripped apart and left for the buzzards.

A low bellowing growl surged from the beast’s jaws. Catherine's large powerful body trotted over to the tree stump where the she had hidden her stash of cloths only minutes before the transformation. Unfortunately, the wolf had other ideas for extra pair of pants. The werewolf’s powerful jaws grabbed onto the bag and flung it into the air. It landed a few feet away from her. Without hesitating Cat chased after it like an animal playing with a toy. Before long the beast tore into the bag ripping and tearing the blue fabric with ease. After getting her muzzle in there she yanked the cloths from the opening and tossed them into the air. Catherine continued to toss the cloths around as if they were toys for her amusement.

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He watched her form contort and snap, he heard her screams. He was torn between sympathy and lust. There was something about a woman screaming that just did it for him. Her body grew and distorted sprouting hair, yet in her werewolf form she was still beautiful to his eye.

The wolf played with her bag shredding her change of clothes. Azoriat could not help but chuckle, she would be leaving here in the nude come morning. He took a step forward into the clearing with the wolf. He circled around the creature sizing it up. Oh she did look quite deadly, he was sure he would be sore tomorrow.

"Do you know who I am Catherine? It is Azoriat... can you hear me?"

He walked forward holding his hands out to show he was unarmed. He threw his coat off in anticipation of it's destruction. He then took his shirt off, bearing his chest for her.

"Come Catherine, let us see your claws."

Azoriat's eyes turned jet black and his flesh steamed. He did not know what would happen tonight, but he was certain it would amuse him.

[Vitaly]

Catherine wouldn’t have allowed anyone into her sanctuary. Not her family, friends and defiantly not Azoriat. It didn’t matter what form the woman had taken on, she still detested the idea of letting the demon have access to her territory. Azoriat was not welcome here. It was only natural for the wolf to protect what was hers. And right now Azoriat wasn’t a part of her pack. So, in Catherine’s mind he had no reason to be there. This part of the forest was hers alone and she would protect it with her life.

It was a wolf thing.

Strings from the torn fabric dangled from her jaws. Tiny pieces of saliva covered string stuck between her razor sharp fangs. Little did she know, this play was setting her up for embarrassment for the following morning. Oh, if only she had known at the time. Perhaps it wouldn’t even matter? Right now the beast just wanted to stick her fangs into something. Currently, the duffel bag was the only thing around to take the brunt of her instinct. Soon she would have another toy to play with.

When Azoriat took a step into the clearing the wolf’s sensitive nose began to come alive. Catherine’s muzzle began to crinkle into a snarl, and she bearded those sharp fangs of hers. The wolf’s nose began to flare, taking in the harsh aroma that Azoriat carried with him. Catherine’s large head then snapped around to face the demon as he casually strolled up to her. Beady yellow eyes seemed to glare daggers at him. A nice evening of play would be interrupted by this bold demon. Oh, what and interesting night this would be. A loud unearthly bark surged from her saliva drenched maw when Azoriat inched closer and began to circle her like some sort of predator. The beast wasn’t amused by this act of stupidity, not in the least.

Catherine’s hackles began to spike up like the quills of a porcupine as Azoriat continued to circle her. She looked on, watching the demon with anticipation. Instinct began to surge through her skull like a raging river; hell bent on drowning those who dared challenge her in their own blood. In an act to hold her dominance she stood up onto her back legs. Muscles clenched under her fur covered flesh. Those beady yellow eyes glared down at the demon as her monstrous form towered over his. He didn’t have any business being here. Surly, he would get the hint whenever she decided to tear into him. With her tail bristled up and her ears trained forward the young beast released a very displeased growl. Just the sight of this man angered her. What was he doing in her territory? Azoriat would have to answer to her fangs.

The beast’s glowing yellow orbs withheld twenty-five years’ worth of blood lust and rage. The Catherine Azoriat had meet days before was gone. Her body and mind had been taken over by a temple of untamed anger. Until sunrise, her more beastly persona would be pulling the strings. And already she had decided she no longer liked Azoriat. This emotion would change with the rise of the sun, but for now she saw the demon as an enemy, a threat that needed to be disemboweled and eaten like the rest of her victims.

A dangerous sharp-toothed grin creased Catherine’s maw as Azoriat spoke. Finally, she had some fresh meat to play with. That scent, that voice. Cat knew who he was. She just didn’t seem to care what he was talking about. All talk and no action made Catherine a very bored wolf. His words didn’t stick in her mind, if anything it went right over her furry little head. Dark thoughts swarmed around in that skull of hers. Oh, the things she could do to him. Catherine watched as Azoriat showed his hands. Did he want to lose them? Was that why he was showing them to her? The wolf then watched as he removed his shirt. The male was making a big mistake when he began to take his clothes off. The large beast flexed her claws. She yearned to tear into his pale flesh when he exposed his chest to her. Azoriat then spoke again. His words didn’t seem to do much. Cat could understand what he was saying, but she was more so looking at his body language. In the wild wolves didn’t communicate through words but rather with their bodies. And right now Azoriat was taking the stance of a challenger. She could sense his intentions. Did this demon have a death wish?

Catherine released a loud earth trembling roar, tiny bits of saliva and pieces of fabric flew from her jaws. This man was challenging Catherine in her own territory?! The werewolf wouldn’t just roll over in submission for this demon. No, Cat was far too proud to do that. As an Alpha, the female would fight anyone who dared to challenge her. Azoriat was a fool to take on a wolf in its own territory. The male was just asking to get torn apart.

The beast didn’t hesitate when she attacked.

Her furred frame surged forward with the intention to kill. Raw power leaked from her very being. The large blood thirsty beast seemed to unhinge her jaws as she opened her maw, her teeth looking to dig themselves into Azoriat’s smoldering face. If he didn’t move fast enough, or block the beast would have her way. Catherine couldn’t wait to taste his blood on his tongue. Azoriat was an immortal, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t torture him. After all, even demons felt pain.

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As Catherine turned to look at him, he could feel her rage flowing off of her. She raised up on her hind legs towering over him, and began to charge. Azoriat prepared himself for her, he knew he would survive the night but not without pain.

She hit him like a freight train knocking him roughly to the ground. Azoriat used both hands to close her jaw, leaving her claws free. He could not protect himself from her completely, a wolf was equipped with so many weapons.

Azoriat would defend himself but he would try not to harm Catherine. Her hot breath and saliva dripped over him as he held her snout. The weight of her was crushing, thankfully he did not need to breathe. All Azoriat could think of was taming this beast, holding the beautiful Catherine on a leash before him.

The fantasy took him out of the moment, giving the wolf time to catch him off guard. Azoriat needed to focus or else it would be a very long night indeed.

"Catherine, you can hear me. Take control of this beast, YOU are the master."

Azoriat looked into the wolf's eyes but did not see Catherine there. This would be a long night, he could tell.

[Vitaly]

Even with her fangs out of commission the beast still found a way to attack. Catherine’s claws, which were poised like the talons, began to glint in the moonlight as she raised her right paw. With blood lust filling those yellow eyes of her the female swung her arm down, racking her sharp claws across Azoriat’s face. The trail of ripped flesh extended from the side of his face to his nose. Oh, Just the feeling of his demonic flesh tearing beneath her paw brought pleasure to the ravaging beast. The power in her swing caused her nails to dig deep within the man’s smoldering skin, leaving four bloodied claw marks on his handsome face. It was a wound the demon could recover from.

Despite having her muzzle forced shut, the beast was still able to inflict a good amount of damage. Catherine wished to bring more pain to this trespassing demon. He deserved to be strung up by his intestines and left to rot. A bellowing grumble bubbled up from the werewolf’s throat. Her nose flared open and her eyes nearly rolled back with pleasure. The smell of blood really got her heart pumping. Yellow eyes looked down, and watched as tiny streams of blood trickled down Azoriat’s face. Just the smell of the demon’s crimson made the wolf’s saliva glands work over time. Drool seemed to pour out of her mouth in bucket loads. Catherine couldn’t wait to dig her fangs into this man. But first she would have to get him to let go of her muzzle.

Her other claw shot out from her side, and after grabbing Azoriat’s bloodied face she pushed it into the ground. A loud snort surged from her nose as she applied a bit of pressure onto his skull. Soon after Catherine began to fight against his powerful vice like grip as she did this. He truly had a very tight hold on her snout. The beast swung her head around until she figured out it would be useless. She needed to think of another way to get this man to release her. The beast wished to wrap this up before the sun reared its ugly face.

Surprisingly enough Azoriat wasn’t fighting back. The pitiful fool just lay there and held her muzzle. After a while he began to speak, calling out to a person that was no longer there. He wanted the true Catherine to fight back against her instincts. A few choice words did nothing but stir the beast’s anger. This large Were wouldn’t fall under Azoriat’s command so easily. Like any other beast of burden the demon had to fight for his respect. Perhaps she could give him a little boost in the right direction? Yes, she wanted to hear this man scream in agony. With lust fueling her actions the wolf put more weight on his chest. She wanted him to suffer. The female licked her lips with satisfaction as she began to hear the gentle cracking of ribs under her massive body. Oh, how Catherine wanted him to scream! If only she could speak in this form, she would have told the man to scream for her. Cat still kept his face pinned to the ground. Feeling Azoriat's warm flesh beneath her made the beast feel so strong, so powerful.

Tonight she would make this demon her bitch.

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As her claws teared at his face he let loose a demonic growl. The mortal flesh tore away like paper revealing the Demon beneath. He had to get her off of him or else she would eviscerate his body. He pressed his feet against her chest and with all his might he pushed. The Demon was stronger than he looked, he would easily be able to toss the wolf twenty or thirty feet away.

He stood, black blood running from his face. Demon blood was thick, much thicker than human blood. It smelled of power and death and it's taste was overwhelming and addictive.

Having removed the wolf from him he went quickly on the attack. He charged at Catherine leaping through the air at the final moment intending to drive his shoulder into her gut with concussive force.

He would fight her and hope she was not overly harmed come morning. What else could the Demon do, he was in the den of the beast now. His blood mixed with her drool causing pockets of steam to rise from his chest. The rage in him always kept at bay was rising now. Would they both survive come morning?

[Vitaly]

Azoriat’s powerful legs seemed to do the trick. He’d managed to push the large wolf back. Catherine released him as she was pushed unto the air. When the monster landed she seemed stunned by the sudden retaliation. Here she thought Azoriat would lay there and take the beating. Oh, how wrong she was. Catherine could sense something different about the man. He was changing, slowly but surely, he was turning into a monster like her.

Before the beast could get up Azoriat saw his chance and attacked. The man jumped into the air before bringing his shoulder down onto the beast’s furred frame. It hit in the dead center of her gut. This was one of her weaker points on the beast aside from her nose. The demon seemed to have an iron shoulder. Perhaps the wolf was the foolish one for underestimating him? The blow itself nearly knocked the wind out of her. The Were’s maw opened at the moment of impact and A loud high pitched yelp surged from her saliva drenched lips. Whizzing and coughing followed soon after. This wasn’t doing her any good, though the hound couldn’t help it.

Suddenly Catherine felt her body lurch and stomach churn. Before she knew it a nasty cocktail of bile, fleshy tissue and putrid green chunks poured from her mouth. Just the pain of it all nearly drove her mad. Azoriat’s attack forced the wolf to purge her meal. Needless to say, she wasn’t too happy about it. Catherine began to pant, then with a loud growl she raised her claw and began slashing at the demon’s steaming hide. She wanted him off!

(sorry for the short post)

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Her claws raked across his chest tearing deep ribbons of his mortal flesh revealing his crimson skin below. Azoriat staggered back in pain, her claws had torn his Demonhide just above his nipple. he held the wound with his hand as blood poured out from it in a thick sticky flow. His hand burned hot to seal the wound as he readied himself for her.

" אתה זאב חזק אבל אני יותר חזק."

His voice flowed with hatred and rage in a language which sounded ancient. This was his true voice, a voice which held power and commanded respect. She had wounded him, Azoriat could not remember when last he felt pain.
He wanted to make this beast suffer as well, he wanted to tear it's jaws apart... but wait this was Catherine. He was unsure if he could keep from hurting her greatly, it was hard to see through the fog of rage.

His chest wound burned closed for the moment, his face and chest smeared with his own black blood, Azoriat waited. The beast was fierce and strong as a Hellhound and if not for sparing Catherine he was sure he could easily win. But with his hands tied he did not know how much suffering the night may bring.

[Vitaly]

During her blind assault Catherine managed to hit a weak spot. The wolf got off lucky this time around. With a large toothy grin the beast rolled onto her side. Her victory was drawing near. She sat there watching as Azoriat stumbled back in pain. Blood was pouring from his new wound. Was it truly that easy? The she-wolf watched, clearly amused by his suffering. It pleased her so that she could cause a so much pain to an immortal; it truly made her feel alive. Catherine licked her lips with satisfaction.

Catherine slowly staggered to her paws. The brutal blow Azoriat dealt was still paining her. The poor wolf could feel her stomach tighten with each move she made. A low whimper crept from her throat. If Cat wanted to last till sunrise then she would have to grin and bear it. This would be her battle plan, for now. Looking back up at Azoriat the wolf began to notice something strange. Her pointed ears pricked forward with interest. The man began to change, it was subtle at first. As she watched the true Azoriat slowly crept out of his human shell. With this new air of confidence came a loud authoritative voice. He spoke in an unknown tongue, one that Catherine couldn’t understand. However, she still took it as a threat. The beast bared her fangs. It appeared that the demon was just getting started.

Catherine snorted; she wouldn’t be discouraged by this. His new form didn’t scare her, not in the least ( If the wolf was in human form however it would be a different story). Demon or not she would feed upon his organs. He caused her to lose her meal, so she would make one out of him. But first Catherine would show this man that she meant business.

The feral hound trudged over to a shirt; one had been tossed carelessly onto the ground during the start of their fight. This shirt belonged to Azoriat. It reeked of his scent, and was still a bit warm. Despite this shirt ready having an owner Cat, being the alpha female that she was, would soon make it her own. If her roars couldn’t prove she was the dominant one here then maybe this will. The large wolf walked on top of it before squatting down. With her dangerous yellow eyes glaring forward the beast began to mark her territory onto Azoriat’s shirt. If is wasn't bad enough Catherine seemed to be glaring at Azoriat, taunting him. When her stream of glory was finished the beast used her hind legs to kick the dirt up, spreading her scent around. This was merely a reminder that he was still in her territory. In this side of the woods, she called the shots. Catherine tossed her head to the heavens and released a long, loud howl. This eerie call echoed through the forest. The were didn’t care much for fancy parlor tricks. However, this sudden change excited the beast’s deadly nature.

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Azoriat could not help but laugh as she marked his shirt. This wolf mocked him, she was full of surprises. With a grin he unzipped his pants and pissed on the ruins of her bag, giving her a mocking bow.

"Now back to business shall we?"

Azoriat leaped forward landing on one foot and pivoting to kick the wolf in the jaw with a tremendous amount of force. He looked angry now His Demon blood was pumping and he felt the darkness around him. He admired the wolf's courage but she would learn her place or suffer.

Azoriat wondered how long she could keep this up, he was getting cocky now that it seemed he had the upper hand. A mistake he would most likely come to regret. The blood on his face and chest stained him, the blood was so thick over his eye he could not see. His hands ached wanting badly to release his own claws, claws of Demonic Onyx which craved to feel the wolf's flesh.

Azoriat Imagined running his claws over Catherine's human form as she screamed. He could see her face covered in tears in blood, begging for the mercy that would never come.

[Vitaly]

Azoriat would soon learn that Catherine was a stubborn as they came. It didn’t seem to matter what form she was in, the woman always shrived to be top dog. Unfortunately, this mindset was the thing that got her into trouble. The beast wouldn’t go down without a fight, even in situations where submitting would be the best option. It would be fair to say the foolish woman would rather die and lose her pride. That was just the kind of beast she was. Was it even possible to tame her? Catherine was hell bent on staying free, even if it killed her. Though, deep under the flesh and bone laid a very social animal; one that could be tamed. Tapping into side of her wouldn’t be easy. However, it could be done.

Anger surged through the werewolf’s body as she watched Azoriat mark his territory onto her bag. She didn't have a use for that bag. It was practically in shreds. Azoriat pissing on it wouldn’t truly make a difference in the long run. However Catherine’s canine mind took it as a challenge to her authority. Surly, her human side would also have quite a few words to say come morning. As of now, her silent beast would give the demon a beating for doing such a disrespectful thing in her territory. The bow was merely the icing on the cake, topping off the she-wolf’s untamed rage.

Catherine opened her jaws, and a loud roar rang out across the clearing. She wasn’t happy, not in the least. Before she could make her move Azoriat decided to attack. His fast reflexes were tough to track, even for her. When the man delivered the harsh blow to her jaw the beast reared up in pain and anger. This kick would surly give her human form a good bruise. But right now all it did was pop the beast’s jaw out of place. With a crinkled muzzle the beast began to twist her head around until the bottom half off her jaw snapped back into place with a loud pop. When the man pivoted his kick, he made the mistake of exposing his side to her. With a loud growl she pushed herself forward, opening her jaws and clamping down onto Azoriat’s side. Her fangs slid through his demonic flesh like a hot knight through butter. After securing her fangs the beast began to shake. She was attempting to rip the very flesh from his bones.

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Caught in her jaws the Demon's world seemed to spin, or was it actually spinning he could not tell. He grabbed her jaws with his hands attempting to force them apart with his might. His black blood poured into her mouth quicker than the wolf could drink. Tasting it was like the greatest high, you felt stronger and enhanced though in reality nothing changed. Azoriat remembered his temple in Babylon where women would submit themselves to years of servitude for just one drop of his blood.

He growled a terrible horrifying noise filled with rage and bloodlust. His hearing was muffled, he was loosing alot of blood. He shook his head, he had to keep fighting, He could end this now... but what of sweet Catherine. He would not hurt her more than he was forced to.

"Your place is at my feet WOLF! I will train you yet!"

Azoriat's hand grew large onyx talons which he raked across the wolf's back. The claws burned as they entered her flesh causing blood to sizzle and steam. He could only hope that would heal come morning.

[Vitaly]

Catherine appeared to be a bit intoxicated as the demon’s tainted blood flooded her jaws. A very content grumble rumbled shook her furry chest. This fight was quickly becoming one sided. If the male’s blood tasted disgusting she would have released him. However, this clearly wasn’t the case. Azoriat’s black blood was so delectable that Catherine was squeezing her jaws tight around his body just to get more out of him. The wolf greedily drank from Azoriat’s hellish form. As the blood flow continued, it quickly became apparent that she wouldn’t be able to drink it all. In fear that she would drown herself, the beast loosened her grip just enough to let some of his blood drain from her mouth.

This black stream seeped from between Cat’s fangs and dripped off onto the ground. It began to form a puddle under the beast’s paws. Catherine could see herself licking this puddle up after she finished Azoriat off. His blood was absolutely delicious; she couldn’t let it go to waste. It wouldn’t be long now. This man was just about spent. A few more bites and this fight would be over, and just in time too. With Azoriat still in her jaws Catherine lifted her large furry head to the sky. Her pointed ears pricked forward and her tail rose. The beast’s beady yellow eyes then looked to the horizon. A tiny hint of light could be seen in the distance, Cat didn’t have much time. She needed to finish this, and quick.

Catherine began to shake her head from side to side in a futile attempt to tear the demon apart. It would take a lot of effort to do such a thing, but hell, the bull headed beast didn’t know any better. Large amounts of drool and black blood spilled onto the ground below. She could feel her adrenaline rising. The beast felt so powerful! The effects of Azoriat’s fluids only amplified her blood lust.

To the wolf’s surprise Azoriat still had a few tricks up his sleeve. The man was holding back quite a bit, no doubt if the two where enemies she would be as good as dead by now. When Azoriat spoke, a low gurgle of a growl surged passed Catherine’s blood soaked maw. For once his words were beginning to get through to her; perhaps this was due to the rising of the sun?

A loud ear splitting screech erupted from the wolf’s jaws as Azoriat went on the attack. He raked his large onyx claws over her back. Ripping and tearing through her furred hide, virtually exposing the fleshy muscle underneath. Sheer pain rocked through the large beast’s body. Her flesh began to burn, and sizzle from the intense heat that was applied to it. The beast slung her head to the side, tossing Azoriat’s bloodied form onto the ground. Catherine began to writhe in agony. The burning was like that of silver and much like that deadly substance it pained the wolf greatly. Her back continued to smolder. This wound would heal like all the rest. However, it would take quite some time. With adrenaline, and sheer animal instinct coursing through her vines the beast’s head snapped around to face Azoriat. She would make him pay! The wolf’s pained form pounced onto him once again. This time the she-would didn’t want to waste any precious time. Catherine could lick her wounds later, for now she needed to end this man!

Suddenly, she froze as the sky over head began to grow brighter. The wolf’s eyes looked over, watching as the forest began to come alive after a long hellish night. Catherine snorted, right as she as about to finish him the sun had to rear its ugly face. Perhaps it was time to make herself scarce? The were looked down at Azoriat. Glaring at him with those hate filled eyes of hers. They were face to face now (or rather face to muzzle). The wolf opened her jaws, only this time instead of biting she released a loud roar; Spewing drool and blood onto Azoriats face. After she said her peace, the wolf bounded off him before taking bolting into the woods on all fours. Only, she didn’t get very fair though. The smoldering wound on his back caused her to stumble and fall. An agonizing yelp then surged from her large form as she hit the ground. Perhaps she was the one who was spent.

With her long pink tongue hanging out of her mouth the beast pulled herself over to a nearby tree and leaned against it. There was nothing more she could do in this form. It was almost time to change back. This was the moment were the wolf was at her weakest. She inwardly cursed this demon, if only he hadn’t retaliated she could be feasting on his corpse, instead of licking her wounds over hear a tree. Catherine kept her furred back to him. The effect of Azoriat’s blood was still coursing through her skull. For a moment or two she began to feel a bit light headed. Crimson seeped from Catherine’s new wound in tiny little streams. She was sure to be in a great deal of pain whenever she changed back. It wouldn’t take long now. Her furry head looked over her shoulder and glared at Azoriat, giving him a warning growl. The wolf could only hope this demon would go away. However, this didn’t seem likely.